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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Himmel fyldt med honning og guld
Det er som om at ord ikke er ord, uden at de bliver grebet af dig. Selvom jeg skriver dem ned her, virker de så uvirkeligelige og som mit eget ekko. Men når vi er sammen tør jeg ikke at dele dem med dig alligevel. Alle de ord der forvilder sig vildeløst rundt i mine ekko kamre inden i. Og så vælger jeg at bruge min “teenage Tumblr-blog” som en slags virtuel dagbog. Lidt pinligt, også lidt praktisk. Jeg har brugt den meget til det og det har været rart.
New cicada wing necklace just added to my Etsy (link in bio). I love how these look with rutilated quartz, the golden veins look so similar in both.
Wings collected after the brood x die-off last summer
When you sleep tonight, you will dream in the taste of wild blackberries. You will allow the Earth to hold you in its arms, and kiss you in the form of sunlight. When you wake, you will remember what you have forgotten since you were very small: you are a part of the Earth. She loves you.
Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.
Pierce Brown (via quotemadness)
I want to live in a ghibli movie and wear cute outfits and have my room filled with flowers and magic
Jacques Grüber - stained glassed door at the Musée de l’École de Nancy
you’ll always look beautiful to souls that are chosen to love you.
Can’t sleep… I’m thinking about lot of stuff, like how naive I am, but also how beautiful the sky looked today and how much I want to bathe in a glittery and mesmerisingly beautiful spring lake !!!
Afternoon tea
the forest is so pink this afternoon 💕
Emily Skaja, from “Thank You When I’m an Axe”, Brute
*thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses* *thinks about neck kisses*
Shohei Kudo