there’s something about the smell of dasies…
they’re like everything good in the world put together and grown
then they sprout like little ladybugs that unfold their wings slowly before flying away
their petals white like cotton balls flattened out and compressed into something solid
something palpable.
I have daisy-scented shampoo and everytime I use it I cant stop smelling my hair
it’s addicting…probably till the point of being unhealthy
but it’s one of my most favorite things ever
….
like words.
if I ever saw a huge field of daisies I’d probably stop whatever the hell im doing and lay down with the little ants and bugs that are there underground and just forget about the world
I could fall in love with the earth
it’s highly possible.
especially if im alone and there’s nobody around
all by myself
me myself and solitude
I get so happy just imagining it
like a whole empty world with just me and no trace of society
emptiness is so welcoming and the thought of it makes my heart flutter…
hehh like little dragonfly wings.
the cute ones, not the ones that look like flies. the cute rainbow ones.
yep. im pretty cute
going back to daisies….
they’re kinda like eggs…
the ones you eat:
yellow on the inside and white on the outside
everything important is centered in the middle and irrelevant things are just shooting out of it.
I want to be like that
putting everything important to me first…centering what I consider important around what others think is important. no shortcuts, no cheating.
I wish I was like that
I wish I was a daisy ❁
I have a quick question:
why does it feel so good to write….?
