This lemonade I’m making tastes a little bitter, but I don’t mind.
I’m stuck between sleeplessness and unproductivity. I’ve whisked away the feeling of guilt, but anxiety and stress remains. Outside stationary and silent, but inside conjuring imaginary conversations, trains of thought, and insecurities. Just a normal day without school.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most...– Kurt Vonnegut (via rainydaysandblankets)
hexabeast: Once upon a time there was a little girl WITH GREAT FLAMING EYEBROWS
Bras are weird
They make mounds out of our boobs so our nipples don’t offend people and the weight of the breasts don’t rock around as much. Weird ass bras.
It’s when someone just can’t hit that high note that I’m scared of. It’s when something is off and I’m not sure why. There’s an evenness and crookedness that destroys the soul. There’s no expression. It’s an uncomfortably warm room. No push or pull. It’s a mishmash. No direction. No point. No vibrance. Not fresh. Flat. This is no rant on bad...
Game we’re playing is love– Björk
Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.– Gustave Flaubert (via absea)
ghostam: How relationships work: I like your butt. However, I can notice other butts. They can be nice too. But your butt is my favourite butt. It’s the nicest butt. Because it’s mine. And I can touch it.