trying on a metaphor

oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
dirt enthusiast
we're not kids anymore.
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
DEAR READER
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Kiana Khansmith
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Misplaced Lens Cap

Origami Around
Jules of Nature

roma★
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Peter Solarz

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@delilahism
Fuck your soft words. Compare me not to stars But to storms, to hurricanes and typhoons. See me not for my beauty and fire See me for the natural disaster I am. Fuck your soft words Because I am not soft.
inkwhelmed:
- “margot” l.w. 00:21
(via harlequinzel)
Oh, my creator. Why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel?
Penny Dreadful (via mythologicvl)
me?????? an explosive temper???????? yeah leave me alone
No one.
The Love Witch (2016) dir. Anna Biller
She was brave and strong and broken all at once.
Anna Funder, Stasiland (via wordsnquotes)
She wasn’t here! She was never fucking here!
the way that the water glistens has the moonlight r e f l e c t i n g in her eyes, the grin on her face ALIGHT enough to brighten the space by itself if she had to. crystalline hues flick towards the other, a brow cocked in an almost challenge. “ so --- are we gonna take a dip, or are you too CHICKEN ? ”
fchrenheit:
he was searching the kitchen for something to eat – it had been a while since he’d last had anything, thanks to the distraction that was work. he didn’t much care for the state of it, nor for any of the food he could find, and… “who left a fucking GUN in the fridge?”
sometimes it felt a LOT like she lived with about a thousand roommates ---- but in reality, she couldn’t help but appreciate them. sitting in the kitchen with her math book on the counter is a r e g u l a r occurrence for the girl, and any company ( yes, even unintentional ) is welcome. there’s a s h r u g of her shoulders, a smile ghosting her lips. “ i dunno. maybe put it on the counter though, lord knows we need more room in there. ”