So I texted jack that i’ve been crying loads/really sad i’ve not moved with him straight away (he’s just moved to new york from london) as he’s exploring & having a blast etc, so he walks to central park, calls me, & says “take a screenshot, our first NY selfie babe!” 😩🙏🏽💜

thank you for still making me laugh. i adore it almost as much as you.

The city of love with my love. ♥️

theory:

the honeymoon phase is a myth. At no point should two people in a healthy loving relationship stop wanting to do things like go on cute dates, or stop sending goodmorning texts, or surprise each other with something they know they’d both enjoy, or make out in the middle of the day just because they can’t deal with the hotness of their significant other. Yes life is stressful & messy & complicated but if you are with the right kind of person, they should always be on your team, & always support you more than anyone, & always tell you when you're in the wrong because they care enough to be blunt in order to help you, & always acknowledge when they’re in the wrong or haven’t been trying hard enough to show you how much they appreciate you. The right relationship is always a honeymoon when you're dating your best friend. Even in the low, shitty, hard times, you pull through them together to find that middle ground of safety and calmness together at the end of the horrible days. The thunders and lightings of life shouldn't shake you because you know they'll be there throughout them, & theyll be there after them; they are your calm after the storm. So no, it's not a phase. If its right, it's a never ending way of loving, an infinite stream of kindness & love, & if you struggle to keep that going then maybe that person just isn't right for you. Love should not be an uphill battle or a fight for the upper hand or a constant walking against the tide just for things to be semi ok. The right one will walk alongside you, effortlessly and fearlessly. I believe in that kind of love & I hope you all do too. & for any doubters or pessismists, it is not weak or naive or blindly optimistic to believe in this. It is knowing your worth, & knowing what you deserve in love/life, & not settling for anything less than that.

My favourite photos from this summer. Funnily enough, they’re of my favourite person too. The entire mood of these is how I feel getting to date this man.

Have you ever seen anything more pure than this freaking cutie I just

Saturdays with him. 💓

The summer of my l i f e with the l o v e of my life, right here. ☝🏽

appreciation post/story time. 9 months ago, i was probably the most depressed i’ve ever been. a boy of a man had broken me so much so, that i completely lost who i was. i was picked apart for so long, i didn’t even know who i WANTED to be. flash forward a few weeks, & this man. he stumbles into my life by a stroke of luck, & i kid you not - had me laughing within 30 seconds of conversation. flash forward 8 months, and i am still spending 90% of my days laughing or with a smile on my face because of him. i’m not massively religious & i honestly don’t know if fate exists, but one thing i’m 100% sure of is there are certain people in this world that are a different kind of special and so beyond rare. beautifully kind hearted. so much so they have the kind of ora that makes you feel warm and safe and joyful for no apparent reason, but they just have that impact because of how they carry themselves. jack is one of those special people, and i feel so damn lucky i get to call him my man. i thank whoever’s in charge for changing my “all men are trash and love doesn’t exist” mentality. i went from being with someone who belittled my abilities, critiqued my intelligence and character, and judged every move i made, and made me feel like i was always lesser, to someone who genuinely enjoys pulling my chair out and holding my purse or guitar because that’s ‘just the right thing to do.’ someone who meets me for date night and won’t stop whispering ‘i’m beautiful and hes so lucky’ in the middle of a crowded street. who loves my mother & after meeting her once, says he sees so much of her strength in me. walking next to someone who naturally puts me on the safer inside of the sidewalk, because that’s what his grandad always did with his grandmother back in the day. who will dance with me in the middle of a snow storm because he knows the hopeless romantic in me would die from happiness. waking up to someone who instead of being angry i woke them because of a nightmare, holds me the closest anyone possibly could with the softest forehead kisses. who buys and sends me my books for my birthday after a month of knowing me because he remembers i said how big a book worm i was on date 1. who is front row at every show of mine, filming every song without me asking, in case i need some footage. who when i’m down on myself, or even when i’m not, he constantly reminds me that i am smart and beautiful and loved and kind and strong and worthy of so much happiness. he once told me ‘it feels so easy because i was designed for you’ and i couldn’t agree more. love is real. i’ve seen it, and i feel it every day. i hope you all end up with your person. never settle for any less than what you deserve (which is a lot) and never stop trying to find them because trust me, it’s fucking magic.