hydroponic

we fill silences with empty conversations. 18. Antonella.

[un-usuario-massss]

Otra realidad.

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

[rubenista]

Sir Edward John Poynter, The Festival, 1875. Oil on canvas, 137.2 × 53.4 cm. Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago.

[datable]

[voldy92]

there is nothing rarer and more beautiful than liking every song on an album

[c1nnast1x]

this hit that ice cold, michelle pfeiffer that blue black

[rillilolita-deactivated20250326]

[perrfectly]

[guccikisses]

[auen]

[imdanies]

[soviet]

[excdus]

[inahiddenplace]

i am an idiot sometimes but sometimes i am an idiot to be funny you know? for the joke. and i want people to know the difference. sometimes my actions are purposeful. sometimes i think. i want you to know that. even when i am just being a regular idiot i choose to say things knowing i am an idiot. i am the chooser of my own fate. i am the god of my own reality.

[phoebe-does]

It’s okay to romanticise the small things about your day to today life. It’s okay to romanticise sleeping in, waking up to the sun tickling your skin. It’s okay to romanticise the texture of fingers against a page. Sometimes to save your day you need to, romanticise sitting at a desk and working. Romanticise studying, hyped up on coffee. It’s okay to picture yourself as if you were the mc in a movie, watch yourself go through shit and know that it’s just the climax of your own story and that while you sit in your room sobbing to sad songs good things are just around the corner.

sometimes to be okay or get through the day you need to, romanticise the simple things.

[s-t-y-l-e-t-s]

[perrfectly]