[basically-manhattan]

[basically-manhattan]

My favorite things:

The sky, in all its different forms.

Candles, in warm cozy scents.

Our puppies.

Clean sheets on a freshly made bed.

Mountains and beaches.

The sunrise and the sunset.

You, B, and everything you are.

[love-personal]

[stay-close]

I had a weird, empty feeling inside me. Not a bad sort of empty. It was a sort of lack of sensation, like being in pain for a long time and then suddenly realizing that you're not anymore.

— Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

[remanence-of-love]

[basically-manhattan]

I love you. I miss you. You’re all I think about. It’s only been barely a day but I’ve spent nearly every day the last three months with you. So going a few days without you is hard. I try not to think about you hurting me but it’s hard not to when every man I’ve ever loved has left. For what it’s worth I truly believe you won’t leave. I wish I could just not think about you so much. But damn, B. You stole my heart. I’m forever yours and I love you. I miss you baby come home soon🥰

[sverate]

[flaurity]

[liveasborn]

[lusterchild]

[distant-traveller]

[suspects]

Photo by Maeghan Smulders 

[catomidiare]

[destroymylife]

[perfectquote]

“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.”

— Maya Angelou

[stunningpicture]

[basically-manhattan]

I met someone. And I’m happy. We’re happy. I’m over you. I’ve moved on