Her Tea Leaves

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[tunisian]

nothing gives me more peace than knowing that love will come back to me in many ways and different forms. i may have no idea what the future holds for me but at least there will be love. & a lot of it

[aprilsweetgrass]

Ah, hi. it's me.

A lot of time has passed since I last posted.

[mpliego]

🏳️‍🌈 happy pride 2023 🏳️‍🌈

prints and other stuff available here

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. June will bring blessings.

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[lukanthropi]

i love you moss i love you lichen i love you mushrooms i love you grass i love you trees i love you shrubs i love you forests

[happyheidi]

🦔

This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

[aprilsweetgrass]

[aprilsweetgrass]

i'm lesbian🥺 彼女の柔らかな髪を結ったり、桃色の手を握り返したり、ふっくらした太ももを眺めたり、その瞳と一緒に星の数をかぞえたりしたいです.

私だって、できるなら他の男女がするようなことをしたいです.

🥺

[snailinateacup]

Who needs responsiblities when you could pin pretty pictures on pinterest all day, forget money making and school this picture of a cow belongs on my cute animals board.

[totally-sapphic-posts]

We don’t have to talk or be doing the same thing, we can just exist in the same room together, doing our own things, and be happily separate together.

[aprilsweetgrass]

charity

[happyheidi]

Beatrix potter quilt ♡

(via)

[tailor-faye]

[ofpine]

good morning to fairies elves gnomes sprites and other mischievous beings

[wildflowermoonx]

Nothing like feeling you can be your spooky little cryptid self around your significant other. What bliss.

[wivchesters]

✨ first page of my art journal ✨

[ritikajyala]

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire