bibi

21 | they/them

[relatablepicturesoffinnmertens]

[dankmemeuniversity]

[littlegreyflower]

I miss the excitement of immaturity

[boyp0rridge]

i love this show

[carnival-toys]

i just really miss childhood halloween and i don’t think anything is ever going to feel like that again

[bloseum]

   。・゜              ♡ ・ 。       。・゜ ♡   。・゜              ♡ ・ 。       。・゜ ♡        ♡   。・゜                   ♡           .               .♡             ・ 。       。・゜ ♡  

 i just wanna bathe in lavender water then wear lace underwear and lay in silk sheets

    。・゜              ♡ ・ 。       。・゜ ♡   。・゜              ♡ ・ 。       。・゜ ♡        ♡   。・゜                   ♡           .           .♡   ♡   。・゜   。・゜              ♡ ・ 。       

[latenights]

“You’re my girl” is my fav thing. Like yes I am. You’re right. Say it again.

[meadowery]

rainy ☔

[carottards]

[mostlycatsmostly]

my fluffy boy Hamish enjoying the sun n_n

(submitted by haunthecause)

[sagebetweenthepages]

Sally Banfill

[a-fools-feels]

the reason why we all ache for nature, for woods and gardens and warm sunlight, is that we feel so trapped in today's expectations. they want us to dream big, and put us down for impossible goals. they want us to become someone and leave a legacy, yet whenever we try, we're told it's not enough.

then, some of us realise it's a trap. it's turning us into small cogs in a bigger machine, shaping us however they want. we realise this capitalist system won't let us breathe, won't let us be free.

so we run away to places where its grasp hasn't reached yet. we care for small gardens, tend to our plants, we find joy in simple things, where everyone else told us to not bother looking.

we crave peace, and rest, and most of all, we want to dream without being belittled. we want that warmth, that serenity. we want to be ourselves, without apologising for it.

[themushroomcottage]

Credit: @roosavintage on Instagram.

[angelprincey-deactivated2020100]

age regression moodboards ↬ (1/?) ↴

♡ for nature-loving regressors! ♡

[sagebetweenthepages]

[ode-to-nightingales]

You’re in her DMs I’m lying with her in the dirt looking at cool rocks and the occasional worm who happens to cross our path, we are not the same

[llovinghome]