every time i massage moisturizer onto my face i feel kin with those evil witches in stories obsessed with youth and beauty….they did nothing wrong, ever,
indulging in a little melancholy tonight. as a treat
fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk
yeah this ass is a handful, unfortunately so am i
i can always relate to a girl who wants to leave
when you start reading again and it’s like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.
i want to curl up inside a soft rose and fall asleep for a while
keow:
Realistically I could never get rid of tumblr because it gives me the illusion of a community of strange young women all around my same age, all slowly figuring out how to live too
In a situation right now. Excited for The passing of time to take me out of it.
