sometimes i think i should stop obsessing over toxic men but i also don't want to disappoint lana del rey
ok yeah there's suffering but also there's fairies, cottages, mushrooms, gardens, flowers, fresh baked bread, hand-knitted socks, warm cups of tea, witchcraft, cats, old books, warm soup, and pretty rocks
I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months
why do all the words sound heavier in my native language? scratch that. why did I choose to seek refuge in a language of another instead of training my tongue to bear the heaviness of my own?
