i don’t think i was meant to be a person. i think i was meant to be a small mushroom growing on a decomposing log deep in the forest. i think that would be ideal.
Bitch, I’ve been knowing.
“I think you need to just close the fucking chapter on him even if it was long enough to be a fucking novel itself. You’ve cried over this boy so many times before, when are you going to put yourself first? When are you going to realize this is not what you deserve? When you were little would you have ever wished this for yourself? Why are you putting yourself through this? You are so goddamn important and he is a fucking idiot who didn’t deserve to know you the way he did. Let him go, let him go, let him go. There is nothing more you can do.”
— @onlineprincess opened my eyes finally (via unsends)
when i’m an old lady i want to be one of those women that has a house full of potted plants & weird rocks & crystals with a cluttered garden that just looks after her animals & paints & minds her own business with her crazy hair. And i’ll go visit my friends to have tea & they’ll be happy too
I love a lowkey vibe. Nobody knowing shit about us, but us.
enemies to lovers romance between me and myself
my secret to being super cute is having abandonment issues
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Everybody shut up I’m sinking into a daydream universe where I’m loved and nothing is wrong
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everything’s different now.
repeat after me: trauma does not make people good or kind. trauma makes people scared and angry and sick and wounded.
Anders Zorn, details, hands. source
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Nollendorf Platz, Berlin Lesser Ury 1922
