Mnastiii-blog - Less Teory More Practice (just What I Like)

They fell in love slowly, to the breeze of the summer nights and the tune of a white rose outside an open window, and neither realised until it was almost too late. But in the end she was just a girl, and he was just a boy, and love wasn’t enough to keep them together. And so they were left with stars in their eyes and an ache in their hearts, neither quite realising what was missing; yet it was somehow everything.

j.f // the evening that our galaxy was created and destroyed • excerpts of stories I will never write (via coffeeandleatherboundbooks)

Mood: sitting in your flat in Edinburgh, it’s dusk and raining. Your window is open and you can smell the atmosphere. You can hear people chit chatting in the street. There is a lamp on, and the room is illuminated with soft, warm light. You have a warm cup of coffee and your laptop. The cat is sleeping beside you. You crack open a textbook and start taking notes. You are listening to your favourite playlist in the background. All is right where it should be, and you’re content. Life is good.