veurona:

some melancholic moods & playlists to accompany them

it’s a honeyed, sunswept afternoon and you’re sifting through old love letters handwritten in cursive while sipping a cold cup of pomegranate tea

you’re utterly, completely alone, standing over your balcony with your eyes wide open, watching the trees sway dreamily in the chilly december wind

you’re up late and you miss your best friend more than anything, and there’s a soft dull ache in your chest that hasn’t left since yesterday

you stare out at the lazy ocean waves with a blurry, unfocused gaze, torn between wanderlust and nostalgia and the desperate urge to come home

others: we could jump the state lines, our love is god (musicals)