Not in that onesie, you’re not. It’s not a onesie.
888 CELEBRATION | CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) - requested by @cindymooons

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Not in that onesie, you’re not. It’s not a onesie.
888 CELEBRATION | CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) - requested by @cindymooons
Delicate (2017) // willow (2020)
Not really a question, but you’re pretty and don’t let anyone ever ever ever make you think otherwise!
omg!! thank u sm 🥺
You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?
All Too Well (2021) // Lover (2019)
end game (released january 12th 2018)
and you know damn well for you I would ruin myself a million little times
flashback when you met me
your buzzcut and my hair bleached
Weaponized incompetence my ass just weaponized it back. Once my dad tries to pull the “but I don’t know how to clean the counters as well as you” on my mom and she said “ok honey I’ll show you” and she made him stand in the kitchen and watch her clean the counters. Then she pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup and proceeded to spray the entire kitchen in chocolate, hand him the sponge and said “okay now it’s your turn”
No new years day will be like waking up to hollyweed on January 1, 2017
We will never experience this again.
that shit feels like it happened in 2012 and last month at the same time
lonely girls my beloved. i see you staying in your room, i see you standing in grocery store aisles feeling the sudden wave of isolation wash over you. i understand how badly you want and how bad that makes you feel. i get it. we're not alone. but we are.
To myself, raised in an environment that glorified and romanticized restriction and suffering:
There is no victory in skipping dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, or morning coffee, or dessert.
There is no victory in refusing heaters and air conditioners and fans and heated blankets.
There is no victory in denying yourself sleep, or showers, or movement, or water, or a comfortable bed, or taking the elevator vs. the stairs.
There is no victory in refusing pain meds and heating pads and ice packs and medical help.
There is no victory in punishing yourself needlessly, in telling yourself that this pain you feel is because you are bad to the core and deserve it.
There is no victory in choking back your laughter and your tears, to keep an imagined equilibrium of safety that is really just a dry, cracked, empty, endless emotional desert.
You are here. You are in this body, and this body is yours. You deserve good things. You are alive, and that is messy and loud, and messy and loud are okay.
It’s okay to live abundantly. It’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to indulge. This paralysis of self-punishment, self-restriction, self-loathing is not healthy or good for you.
“You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you. You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes. I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks. You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine. I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, Chocolate Chip Pancakes (via alonesomes)
with you i'd dance
in a storm in my best dress,
fearless 🤍
Are you more reserved in personality, or more wild and spontaneous?
definitely reserved, unless im super comfortable around you!!