My Mind's Playground
I'm Alex. I like anything vintage, postcards and I love writing and receiving letters. I adore traveling, music and festivals. I like stories that have ominous ... or even better, no endings. I sometimes pretend that my life is a movie. I like tea and coffee, and I collect little knick-knacks that mean something to me. Eclectic is the best word to describe it all. I love dusty photographs and listening to people tell me about their lives. Finding things forgotten by most gives me a secret pleasure you couldn't possibly imagine. I am an aspiring something. I want to be so much in this short life. In love with starry nights and blowing bubbles in my soy milk. I want to see the northern lights at least once in my lifetime.. and I want to be happy. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
You’ve been so accustomed to your lips
only touching your mug each morning that
the thought of them touching another person’s
skin unsettles you. You will walk out the door
with a scarf around your neck and “nobody” in
your mind except the anxiety that haunts your
every step. Passing others on the street, but
never to look up and make eye contact because
god forbid if you see another pair of eyes admiring
yours. You’ll sit alone in class with your head in a
book or your mind lost in music, you’ll look around
to see everybody’s got somebody, except for you.
I mean, who cares anyway, right? People are just
people, they aren’t permanent. They always leave.
At least that’s what you’ve told yourself more than
a thousand times in the stillness of the night when
the only thing your tongue is craving is to taste the
feeling of company. So when you get home you’ll
kick off your shoes and fall on your bed, you won’t
let that one person back into your head. Being
alone is okay, being alone is good, being alone
helps you think. Yet thinking is what is killing you,
suffocating you. You check your phone every ten
minutes even when you know no one has called,
no one has texted. You’ll convince yourself it’s
only a habit, when this habit only formed because
deep down you’re hoping, hoping for someone,
anyone to take away the loneliness.
i.c. // "I’m content with loneliness."
"Are you really?" (via delicatepoetry)

vogue-hearts:

it only took seconds for his scent to replace the air in the room.
i filled my lungs with his smell and let it enter my bloodstream.


youngblackandvegan:

the older i get

the more i realize the value of privacy

of cultivating your circle and only letting certain people in

you can be open, honest, and real while still understanding not everyone deserves a seat at the table of your life


okaymad:

at the supermarket like

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