Kiersey Clemons for Modeliste
One Nice Bug Per Day

Andulka
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if i look back, i am lost
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
NASA

@theartofmadeline
hello vonnie
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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Kaledo Art

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Kiersey Clemons for Modeliste
countdown to season 2 of riverdale (24 days)
I lost my innocence very young and it had nothing to do with sex.
Jennifer Elisabeth (via bornreadygeneration)
#same
I like observing people. I like looking at things.
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via wordsnquotes)
Do not tell me that you aren’t anything when you are everything to me .
(via jewlya)
There she was, at 4am, in your bed. You loved her then, didn’t you? She was wearing your duvet like a cape, with her head poking out. She loved you back; she really did. You said, “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never met anyone like you.” She said simply, “kiss me.” So you did. You lifted her chin and kissed her mouth and swallowed her giggles whole. You felt her sunshine fill your lungs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You felt the duvet fall as she leant forward. “Tell me a secret,” she said. She was always saying these things. “I’ve told you everything already,“ you said. Your lips were on her neck. “Tell me a secret,” she repeated. “Okay,” you sighed, “I love you.” “Tell me a secret.“ “I’ve always loved you.”
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
I called you ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ My mistake You were never a ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ to me Just as I was never the ᴄʜɪʟᴅ you wanted me to be.
having parents that were really angry and petty and abusive when you were young is weird, because it makes part of you grow up to want to be kind, to generate good things, to be a source of peace and wellbeing for others; but it makes another part of you grow up to be quick, and sharp, and spiteful, and that’s always the part that shows itself first in a hard situation, so it’s a struggle between your hateful gut reactions and your wish to not add any more misery to the world. it’s a hard balance, and the people who really, really know me - i know they see that anger flash in my eyes before i quiet it, if i quiet it…i want to overcome years of conditioning, and with gentle, constant force, i know i’ll mellow it. it just takes time.