me earlier today: *complaining to my therapist about how i have literally no control over myself when it comes to food and spending money*
me as soon as i got home: *orders new shoes and has a full blown binge attack*
I love escapism, I love being away from the cruel world, so I find warmth in small things. Buying chamomile to fall asleep and smell a fragrant floral scent; going to bed with a soft toy, imagining that you are hugging someone; baking pancakes to feel cozy in your small room.
I want my everyday life to be filled with beauty.
No thoughts. Cinnamon rolls. Fluffy cats. Crunchy leaves. Thick fog. Knit blankets. Flickering candles.