it is okay to gasp at the sunset every single evening like it is the first sunset you have ever seen. it is okay to take photos of everything you find pretty. it is okay to laugh about something that happened a week ago (it is okay to laugh entirely too much). it is okay to say that the sunlight looks like honey, that the world looks like a dream today. it is okay to memorize poems by heart and recite them to people who make your heart feel warm. it is okay to take this life and weave it golden. don’t let anyone tell you that you are silly or dramatic or stupid. you are beautiful. you have beautiful eyes through which everything sparkles and nothing goes unnoticed and you are so loved for that.
I love when you read a book and you become so emotionally invested in it, and when you walk around public places after reading it you feel like you’re in this bubble by yourself, like you’re so deeply inside your mind you’re actually out of touch with reality
