[zedayacoleman]

Malcolm & Marie (2021)

[kosmogrl]

[watercolourpaint]

[felescatus]

Via House of Mirth (Instagram)

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[efflorescentrain-blog]

Flower-shop, Brussels, designed by Paul Hankar, XIX century.

[watercolourpaint]

Quarantine done me good with inspiration on wanting to create!

[freshlinen]

[dailyghibli]

[moongloss]

For Love & Lemons Summer RTW 2019

[watercolourpaint]

Yesterday’s forest adventures

[watercolourpaint]

I haven’t been able to tell anyone really how I’m feeling because I can’t speak with 10 cinderblocks on my chest. I’m so sorry our friendship fell apart, and we just got so sick of each other (living with friends can do that). I can promise you I never stopped thinking about you, wondering how you were. Furthermore, I never stopped loving you and I always cared about you. It sucks that I can never tell you any of this and I’m casually drowning inside with such a whirlwind of feelings.

The boy you used to gush over so hard around these times cried about how he loved you on your casket. I can’t tell you the urge I fought to want to text you and tell you all about it- you would laugh because he missed his chance. Although, you would never read it, or respond because you were already right there in front of us, unable to hear.

You were my best friend of seven fucking years, and we threw it all out the window over petty drama. Both of us were in the wrong, but not ready to resolve anything yet. I cherish all the years you were the absolute best to me. You held me when I was sad, you held my hand when I was scared. You had my back for so long.

I wish we would of had more time to fix things but I never regretted our friendship and a lot of you has shaped who I am today. I love you, and sleep well with our furbabies forever.

I know tumblrs dead, and that’s why I wrote this here. I need to get it out somehow without all these eyes on me and my greif.

[butchnymph-blog]

Women literally grow leg hair naturally, not through some masculine-envy meditation ritual. They don’t look more like men with leg hair, they look more like adult human females with leg hair.

[spapce]

[watercolourpaint]

Photo by Barbara Hanula, Lingerie by Kim Chaplow

[daddyfuckedme]

““I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.””

— Hermann Hesse (via naturaekos)

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[botan]

[weirdlandtv]

Illustration from Ripley’s Believe it or Not Omnibus: Pranks of Nature. 1929.