She lives the poetry she cannot write

So many doors will open for you when you decide it's okay to start over.

I love pasta and bread and enjoying myself

nostalgia will have you thinking delusional crap like "i miss being 14." no the fuck i don't!!!

sorry for being cringe i was trying to have a human experience

Toxic trait: I get sad and purchase shit online so I have something to get excited for

real story

Everyone please behold this baby tree:

It's so much smaller than the support posts, they had to secure it with caution tape.

Caution: baby!

One day (but not this day)!

Update:

Thriving!

Now taller than a human person!

In case you were wondering!

Update:

Filling out, and up!

reblog this to absolutely hug the person you reblog from

I took it personal because I wouldn’t have done it to you

reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.

Purple and orange really look beautiful together I haven’t realized till now

Bedtime. 

It’s that time again >:^)

Golden Hour Shimmer Spruce (maybe)