September will be filled with happiness.
September will be filled with blessings.
September will be filled with positivity.
September will be filled with progress.
September will be filled with kindness.
September will be filled with love.
September will be filled with opportunities.
C. Birksø (1901 - 1963) - Interior. Oil on canvas.
still don’t know if the people or myself broke me
I’m just a bitch that’s full of pasta and self doubt
I have never been as anxious about my life or my future as i am right now, i really don’t know what the fuck i’m going to do and it’s fucking killing me
“You never pretended to be a bride when you were a little girl?” No???? Like literally never?
Literally my 20s have to improve from here...like legit there's no other option
we are more than halfway through 2021 and I have no fucking idea what I did all year
hazy old memories 🌿







