A series of valentine themed stickers featuring charaters from the comic strip Peanuts. Most of them contain Snoopy, a black and white beagle, and Woodstock, a small yellow bird, with heart iconography.
Characters by Charles Schulz, stickers produced by Hallmark.
i think the funniest and realist thing i’ve realized lately is how troubling idealization can be. every person is just… a person. the very people you want to impress or be apart of are just people. even if they seem wildly intimidating because of the way they look or because of their reputation, every one is just a person. human. as embarrassing, as remorseful and they are going through stages of growth just like you are. we only see what we want to see and then drown ourselves further in our own depression and we don’t have to.
it can be tempting to live your life like a prequel. to live as if you’re setting up your own story.and once you lose the weight, once you have the money, once you graduate school, once you’re in a real relationship, once, once, once. then finally, you’ll begin to live, and everything you do up until that point is some kind of half-life, some unimportant foreword you can skip. don’t do this. inhabit your life completely. sink fully into the wealth of your existence. the power to manifest is in the fearless owning of who you are, so that you can shape where you’re going.
idk how to describe it exactly but i really love how hearty fall is. like it’s all refreshing weather, strong earthy smells, sturdy boots and thick knit sweaters, bold colors and warm, filling meals like soup and mash potatoes and oatmeal with golden syrup on top. it’s the comfort season.
every jake gyllenhaal movie ive seen he’s just like (bats his lashes at the screen) (speaking softly in that weird voice of his) (has a complete rampage/breakdown about an hour in)
“Amethyst. Turquoise. Shell pink. Irish green. I would like to be naked and cover myself with cold crystal jewelry. Jewelry and perfume.”
— Anaïs Nin, from Henry & June; A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932–1934)
from now on we don’t care about the technical aspects of movies we rate them based on whether they put love in our hearts
broooo i was kidding when i asked you to move to a rural italian village with me and start a new life lmao. deadass bro. unless…
I would like to thank Lana Del Rey personally for giving me a soundtrack to live my life to
Rihanna’s eyes at Fendi’s New York Flagship Boutique Inauguration Party, 2015
no offense but if you have ever been kind to me i have never forgotten it
