I know life is full of goodbyes and hellos and sometimes you go away from people you love and sometimes they go away from you and that’s the way things are but I just hate it. I hate saying goodbye I hate letting go. I hate missing people.
“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —”
— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters
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“I cling to everything - CDs that skip, rings that turn my fingers green, the dead ends of my hair, old love notes that turn my stomach over and over. And I’m not proud but there are still boxes under my bed. And I’m not proud but my closet is still running out of space. And nostalgia is a fucking waste of time but my heart is full with it. Tell me I won’t hold this forever. Tell me there will be a day where I let gloriously go.”
— Fortesa Latifi - Hold This
actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.
actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.
the worst part about adulting is realising my mom is also getting older
everyone in this room will someday be dead- emily austin
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Echinacea, Lavender, Yarrow and sparkles 3/30
In rural Scotland you will stumble upon isolated houses in the most breathtaking locations and I entertain myself by making up stories about what the lives of the people inside are like. E.g. Byron and Mary live in that house with a Jack Russell named Rufus. Mary makes the sweetest blackcurrant pie and Byron takes his boat out nightly to placate the loch monsters with said blackcurrant pie. Loch monsters love pie, if you didn’t know. Rufus warns the couple of the land creatures that creep in the fog of the night. They live in contented (albeit occasionally chaotic) symbiosis with the cryptids.
“masquerade” handmade collage
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