ur twenties is just reciting "life is tough but i am tougher" 500 times a day. sometimes thru tears
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Peter Solarz
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Origami Around
Stranger Things
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
dirt enthusiast

pixel skylines
YOU ARE THE REASON

Kaledo Art
Acquired Stardust
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Three Goblin Art
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ur twenties is just reciting "life is tough but i am tougher" 500 times a day. sometimes thru tears
pretended to stop caring about the earring i lost so i would find it again and it worked so i think i'm ready to do spells and shit full time. i bet i'm even ready to open the portal
jaa.n: soul, life, love
jaan-e-adaa: soul of charm
jaan-e-bahaar: life of Spring
jaan-e-chaman: life of the flower garden
jaan-e-ghazal: soul of poetry
jaan-e-hayaa: soul of modesty
jaan-e-jaa.n: love of my life
jaan-e-jaanaa: love of my life
jaan-e-jahaa.n: love of my world
jaan-e-janaana: love of my life
jaan-e-jigar: love of my heart
jaan-e-man: love of my heart
jaan-e-tamanna: love of my desires
jaan-e-vafaa: soul of faithfulness
jaan-e-zindagaanii: love of my life
jaanam: darling
“I’m becoming who I am and it’s the scariest thing I’ve ever done.” Posted from the PostSecret website.
The Nutcracker Ballet | Waltz of The Snowflakes
I was going through my mom’s stamp collection and automatically started organizing them in categories. Here’s nature: flowers & animals.
Vintage 14k Gold Cat’s Eye Moonstone Poison Ring
my jewelry box
"I feel so normal about him" well I dont. move
honestly the human brain is so small that you *will* forget how much beauty there is out there to experience unless you leave your house every three days. ik its fucked up but i promise its true
— October, by Mary Oliver
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra