a general distaste for "y" chromosome shenanigans

Even if I don’t have the words to describe how or why

I am so deeply in love with being alive and the people in my life. C’est l’année de beaux rencontres (this is the year of beautiful encounters). I am in the spring of my time on this earth. It’s as if there are green little buds (qui poussent et s’épanouir autour de moi) growing and opening around me. I’ll never let them go.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the reason I’ve been having a hard time writing about anything lately is that when I try to think of the words to describe things sometimes English and french get a little mashed together in my head. I then have a hard time finding a word in English to replace the one in french and I end up thinking too hard and completely losing my train of thought and getting frustrated.

Brains are weird.

Do you ever get that feeling where you want to run outside barefoot into the grass down the road and just breathe the fresh air and go somewhere uncertain even though it’s 12:30 am and freezing out?

Where there is this little ball of energy trapped deep inside you screaming to get out. Fighting against every barrier that restrains it. And it’s impatient and completely unreasonable but it tells you to do it anyway and you want so badly to just listen to that voice and go

mermaidcrew:

I am so thirsty for emotional and physical intimacy with someone 

I want to nuzzle their neck and lay entwined on my bed and lazily kiss their lips and make them food and get to know every single curve and contour they have 

I want to touch someone with my finger tips and make them feel loved 

after all of this, I’m going to end up alone

Speaking to all these people from bard who are interesting and speak french and realizing that I am very not interesting and don’t do cool things

The loveliest of lovely days

Accompanied with wine and cigars that went together perfectly (completely by accident)

Some of the best things are accidents

My parents train to the airport is as 6:18 and my bus for lille leaves at 7:45 and they’re MAKING ME GO WITH THEM TO THE TRAIN STATION NOW BC THEY DONT TRUST ME TO GO ALONE

ITS A 10 MIN WALK SKAKSMSMSMSNSN

Idk if they really understand what I’ve been through this year.

Anyway at least I have Starbucks

Can’t wait to grow up and judge everyone for their life choices loool