༺☆༻ lost and found ༺☆༻

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𐔌⁺ ຼ ꒱ I found a crumpled receipt in my pocket today from a café I went to last spring. I can’t remember what I ordered - the abbreviations of items mean nothing to me now, but I remember the rain tapping on the window and the song that was played in the background, Piano Man by Billy Joel, is that his name? I love that song it just like makes you feel you know? 

♡໒⁀ ✧ There’s a hairpin on my dresser I swear I’ve never seen before. Did it fall out of the pages of a book I thrifted? Or maybe it’s just always been there, waiting for me to notice

୨୧⁺ Losing things isn’t always bad. I lost a diary once, and it felt like setting those thoughts free

⊹⁺ ✩ I keep finding feathers on the ground. I wonder if it’s the same bird leaving them, or if the universe is trying to tell me something, in reality I know it's neither but one can only dream

𐔌⁺ ຼ ꒱ Sometimes, I lose track of time, but not in a sad way—in a "falling into the cracks between hours" kind of way.

As always, someone somewhere loves you, you are their world <3

xoxo evie ˚₊‧꒰ა ꣑ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚