today rob told me he missed my smell, so i asked him what i smell like… he said: “sweet moss. you are the forest.”
the evolution of my bullshit:
I want to do things with my life but I also want to bury myself in a forest and let the moss grow over me so where does that leave us
"Do not look at yourself with disgust, you are a gift to this earth. You are beautiful, you are a light, an energy, an essence. You are nature herself."
"I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much."