there was one time at church as a child where the pastor was talking about miracles and i broke down crying and prayed that my dad wouldn’t need to wear glasses anymore
that’s so funny, i just had this tab in my phone browser and forgot where it came from. when i tried to track down the source i realized i got there from a go.bsky.app link
languages i ~speak: 🇬🇧
languages im studying:
languages id like to study: 🇩🇪🇯🇵
languages i like reading: 🇬🇧
languages ill never study: 🇩🇪🇯🇵 🇪🇸
languages i don't know that i like hearing my girlfriend talk in: 🇪🇸🇫🇷
languages i ~~wish i continued studying but~~ gave up: 🇪🇸
there’s something mundanely magical about this room. the beams of setting sun, filtered through leaves from the tree outside your window, illuminating the accumulated objects of your history that surround us.
the twinkling guitars escaping phone speakers paired with the far more enchanting sounds of your soft breaths. the idle tracing of shoulder bones and the feeling of being hopelessly at ease.