ayssa

[vintage-tigre]

[sourdough-seal]

“what are you doing this weekend” i am going to fantasy land. i am hiding under the covers in bed. i am making things up. i am contemplating events that didnt happen. i am talking to fake people. i am listening to my tunes. i am envisioning scenarios

[hildeeveraert]

[tee-cualtzin]

[fiere-violet]

The ‘Dance of the Wilis’ Giselle by Ran Chilipye

[yearningheart]

happy hour by marlowe granados

[inarticulatedoll]

[remanence-of-love]

[gothredy]

[vexheart]

[thebellavita]

[deathlygristly]

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from "Porcupine" in Devotions: Selected Poems

[voguely]

[perriaeyjeve]

[unification]

i know we're not supposed to say this but i literally love being alone and going on the computer

[crimsolyn]

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.