little navajo

al ॐ 22 ॐ UK

[bruwho]

@annabelsmitt

[eleven-three]

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[cultof-aphrodite]

coa.

[i-wrotethisforme]

My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids. And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s mom’s. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no idea about.

[uptional]

[lushlity]

@lushlity

[mymodernhouse]

From decor love posted by My Modern House

[thcartierrug]

[eirener-deactivated20180925]

[labella-instagram]

[samlabrahams]

[republicofnowhere]

[itscolossal]

A Multicolored Library of the World’s Ochre Pigments Archived by Heidi Gustafson

[bled]

[scandiumsky]

I’m such a slut for thunderstorms

[thefullerview]

Langeais (Indre-et-Loire) (by bautisterias)

[wasbella102]

[vollenden-deactivated20250930]

“He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted. And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes. “If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” She asks playfully. And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders. “Strawberries.” He tells her. “I could live a life on nothing but strawberries.””

— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -“Strawberries”