jigsawgirl96-deactivated2022030:

I don’t make sense I’m not that kind of girl

vnusplanetoflove:

I hate being asked what my goal in life is…. like.. idk…?? I want to have my own kitchen… and I want to know every poem by heart… and uhh.. I want to be kissed in the rain … etc etc .. my heart is very little and I dont want it to break

bigsoftbison:

i do not want to work. i want to kiss

silk-fleur:

April Mood: white swans, re-reading Madame Bovary, natural wavy hair, painting with watercolours, strawberry desserts, writing love notes, Tocca Simone perfume, big bouquets of baby pink roses, falling in love with being alive.

opossumgrl:

actually i’m a sweetheart and i have potential

vanillacreek:

okay but waking up in the middle of the night to soft rain and knowing you’ve got hours to sleep, when you’re toasty warm and comfortable and sleep has made you forget all your worries and you go back to sleep feeling as content as ever.

rakoura:

photographer: delfi carmona

havingcompassion-deactivated202:

I don’t need to face reality I’m just not that type of girl

misterandry:

being a woman is just constantly hating your immediate present self and then looking back and hating your past self for not appreciating your beauty and opportunities at that time and it just goes on like. forever

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— Mary Oliver

illustration by jordan.e.clark