I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
We are all just a car crash, a diagnosis, an unexpected phone call, a newfound love or a broken heart away from becoming a completely different person. How beautifully fragile are we that so many things can take but a moment to alter who we are forever?
Myths about introverts. I wish people knew I wasn't an introvert, I just am so bored about what they're talking about and don't want to interact. I love to talk; especially if it's something I'm interested in. This thing is so true.