a love poem for the small things

“I want only to bloom, to live again, to be no longer myself, to have feet and knots of grass, hands gloved with buds. I don’t desire anything but trees, trees, valiant in the wind, waves that ebb and flow, the eternal sterile mute rebirth of things.” ❦ she/her, mid-20s ❦

[el3gy]

sometimes I have brief moments of clarity like oh yes. love and joy should be guiding me and it will all work out. documenting so i remember to express this

[julieterbang]

onsaeromy___

[worldscoolest]

[ryebreadgf]

hello from my sweet apartment

[pnglove]

[gentlekiss]

gk

[tempuras]

https://www.instagram.com/p/B65OkRHHN4k/

[moodcafe]

archive moodboard: order for @werewolfcafe | want one?

[twoweeks]

https://www.instagram.com/p/DW4N_pFCGnz

[julieterbang]

_bell_tree

[out-andabout]

more

[miamlsunshine]

[bluxsh]

almond_me_

[miamlsunshine]

[vintagehomecollection]

Elegance in Flowers: Classic Arrangements for All Seasons, 1985

[isl-equ-ay]

[neutralmuds]