person: compliments me
me, fighting through 25 layers of self hatred:.........thank....you......

Andulka
Noah Kahan
The Bowery Presents

oozey mess

if i look back, i am lost
Mike Driver

bliss lane
ojovivo

roma★
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Claire Keane
Doug Jones
Sweet Seals For You, Always
NASA

@theartofmadeline
Today's Document
Misplaced Lens Cap
KIROKAZE
noise dept.

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@enchantings
person: compliments me
me, fighting through 25 layers of self hatred:.........thank....you......
I’m back sorry I have been posting on my other blogge chokes lmao I luv this blog y did I neglect it so ❤️✨
beautiful girls, all over the world (WHICH IS FLAT, BTW), i could be chasin but my time would be wasted...
#ce3636
me: is mean spirited, is always ready to fight, gets angry over small things
also me: avoids confrontation, cant handle negative emotions, will die if someone is upset with me
ongoing still life series, 2015
It’s all or nothing Why cry for somethin’ that might have been? If it’s love there is no in-between
2016 Essentials: faux fur everything, champagne, gold, nudes and peach pinks, clean rooms, body butter, soft kisses
The Women Friends, 1917 ~ Gustav Klimt
Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories.
Zadie Smith, White Teeth (via wordsnquotes)
L ‘enfer (1994)
this theater is so cool
Kiss Me Thru The Phone| Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em feat. Sammie
‘Don’t wait for it,’ I said. ‘Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened up to me.’
Anais Nin (March 1933)