"what was your childhood like?" idk I wasn't there
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

if i look back, i am lost

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"what was your childhood like?" idk I wasn't there
Some of my favorite showcases of insects arranged by color from the Montreal Insectarium
āYou deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.ā
ā Ellen Hopkins (via qvotable)
all i can do is keep putting love into the universe
How much childhood.... Am I actually .... Like supposed to remember.......
listenā¦ā¦. āmy loveā is literally the strongest and greatest pet name in existence. there is literally nothin better than somone callin you thatā¦.. especially when things are soft and quiet and they look at you with utter adoration and whisper āwhatās the matter, my love??ā or āi hope everything is okay with you, my loveā like oh my god?? let me marry you already
the greatest gift you can give yourself is release. release attachment, release resentment, release pain, release grief, release negativity. allow yourself release.
donāt hold back compliments, it could make someones day
āI remember when your head caught flameā
oh my god i just wanna move to a city where no one knows me and get lost in the streets and spend hours in corner cafes reading books in foreign languages that i got in second hand bookstores and write poems on napkins and leave them on my table for someone else to find and pass the night hours in an attic breathing worlds into life on an old typewriter and float in between paintings in art galleries for hours on end and discover poets and philosophers who lived hundreds of years ago who can show me that somehow humanity never really changes and to read and to write and to live and i guess most of all i just want to redefine and reinvent myself free of the influence of expectations society have of me is that really too much to ask
is anybody else in that weird state where quarantine is a blessing for half of you and your mental state and the other half of you and your mental state is being completely obliterated and destroyed. bc same
Hello I would like to be kissed on my stupid lips please