I am happy when I eat fresh fruit, when I burst out laughing, when I discover a new song, when I finish a good book, when I wake up and feel relaxed. I’m glad to have friends, family, a home, food when I’m hungry, hot water when I shower. I love being able to live and see the seasons change, to have gifts at Christmas and at my birthday, to travel sometimes, to have a good education and a great access to culture. I’m flattered when people compliment me, when peole smile at me, when people are polite to me. There are so many things that make life so simple and easy and I will always think about them more than all the bad things that will happen to me. I do not have time to be sad every day and ungrateful; I have every reason in the world to be happy.

A few reasons why I’ll always prefer living by elsablt

(via unmaiden)

i needed this rn

(via aprihcote)

lovelysuggestions:

be gentle with each other’s hearts.

dionyxus:

can my life be a dreamy french movie with roses and moonlight and vintage perfume and art im tired

Her soul looked like the moon

So calm and lost (via metal-ki-agkalies)

@97chaelisa  ♡

life-aint-a-peach:

Liberté, égalité, anxiété

agtalexdanvers:

me? being someone’s type? unrealistic

amaranthinesuggestion:

an empty road lies ahead
as we drive into a smog covered infinity,
waiting for anything else than charcoal paint
to coat the time surrounding me.

but suddenly, i can see, i can see
colours emerging from the fog:
mountains rising up from the dirt,
picking up the clouds in their ascent;
trees growing vivid leaves,
lining the road like some sort of light signal
guiding us to a new haven.

in the blink of an eye,
mountains turn into skyscrapers,
higher than they ever were,
this time, shooting for the stars;
forests become crowds,
dense with cigarette smoke
and wonder.

i wander around these streets,
hand in hand with the most hope
i’ve had in weeks,
watching the world spin
round and round.

a whole avenue dedicated
to stories deserving to be told,
to be heard and listened to
by temporary passerby,
searching for even more
ephemeral euphoria.

you and i are kindred souls,
center of the universe;
built on unstable waters,
we thrive off beauty.
i find myself lost
in your melodies, hues,
softness.

city lights, night lights,
almost like a second sunset,
painting my body gold;
or sometimes, a second sunrise,
dazzling my bedsheets silver.

so, city that never sleeps,
city of dreamers and romantics,
am i good enough for you?

                 -

you decide to steer me home
the day your skies decide to cry,
for i cannot see you
in any other state than sunlit;
your glass stained by anything else
than star light.

an empty road lies ahead
as the one behind is filled
with love for a fleeting moment,
a city that isn’t mine,
my paramour.

-new york city