♡ angel ♡

just a woman. 23 artist and pink-lover.

[nyahkennay]

u can lift it bunny

[starry-nightshade]

110% feel like this is what I look like trying to do any human task at all

[starry-nightshade]

damn, 8 years of this account doesn’t feel real 🥳

[quietedd]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[lana-myparadise]

[along-the-meadow-path]

Studio Ghibli + Butterflies

[lady-vogue-deactivated20230306]

[starry-nightshade]

what up bitches I’m back

[schuylerpeck]

schuyler peck / insta: hiitssky

[wishfulthinkment]

[tsuinchocoreto]

[freyahaley-deactivated20171224]

[morickyyy]

[thenordroom]

[samsketchbook]

google,  what are migraine symptoms. google am i having a migraine. hey, google

[rohie-deactivated20191102]

how to become the human embodiment of vanilla and warmth

[biblicalhorror]

“Mother, he is a gentleman. He is a builder with bricks of moonlight. He knows the secret places of the earth. He washes the sleep from the eyes of the souls. He lets them look on beauty. He lets them tell him they hate him. In the mornings, I gather berries and apples. I scrub his back with rind. I weave spider-spit, eyelash. He talks in his sleep pudding, fire, discus, the things he misses. He breathes, Your body is my orchard. I am undulating grass. I am a field of wheat he parts with his fingers. Poppies bloom in my veins. When he kisses me, he tastes pomegranate. The night crawls nearer. The moans of the dead roll and swell. Mother, we are well.”

— Persephone Writes to Her Mother, Tara Mae Mulroy (via captainfart)