oh no she’s fine don’t worry about her. she’s just crying because she was reminded of the way human hands are built to perfectly hold each other
fuck "girl lunch" fuck "girl math" a woman is a hairy animal who sweats and grunts and excretes and hungers and gets wrinkly and dies eventually. you have to love that.
I love you ciabatta, I love you injera, I love you tortillas, I love you naan, I love you bagels, I love you pita, I love you fried dough, I love you scallion pancakes, I love you rice balls, I love you zucchini bread, I love you cinnamon buns, I love you pumpernickel & rye & sourdough, I love you biscuits, I love you english muffins, I love you french toast, I love you papad, I love you noodles, I love you dough
used to look for these all the time when i was a kid and we were at a white sandy beach....
it’s funny how everyone in all of the rest of america is like “😳😳😳 don’t die you might die prayers for californians” and californians are like “we need the water”
I wish people didn’t think silence was awkward, just enjoy it. Not every space has to be filled with words.
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sending "?" to represent myself tilting my head like a dog
bloodlust for peaches and water melon. figs and cherry tomatoes and crisp tall glass of cold tap water baby i live forever today
vegan vanilla sponge with homemade blackberry jam and white chocolate buttercream for my sister's baby shower :~)
sweatshirts are so awesome it’s like someone said you can wear the coziest blanket around with you. all day
people today spend too much time on their phones and not enough time taking wild leaps of faith that will either destroy them or change things forever
really the meaning of life is when a singer stops singing and the crowd knows every single word
Bibi Zogbé (Lebanese, 1890-1973), Untitled, c.1950s. Oil on board, 44.5 x 34.6 cm.