welcome lovers

exploring a world of loves lost and love gained.

[cottaqecore]

april

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[btterflyarchive]

[cottaqecore]

iza miko

[r100daf]

[saintmarc]

[fairycosmos]

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

[squeakowl]

Photography by Rachel O'Brien (source)

[adel-i]

[mollybeenoel]

By Momoire

[natureaestheticdreams]

Spring is just around the corner 💐

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[midnightinshadow]

[clean-aesthetiic]

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[clean-aesthetiic]

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[academic-vampire]

𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢 + 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰 + 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔦𝔯

[xsecretloverx]

We're visiting SLO. A college town I spent a lot of my young adulthood in. A town that brought forth a version of me that I never thought existed. Making out with strangers, bottomless mimosas, partying on the beach, and staying out late were all a part of a normal weekend for me in SLO.

In so many ways I wish I could go back. I wish that 2015 wasn't 11 years ago. I wish I was here with my best friend, eating acai bowls on the beach, walking around in bikinis and blasting music as we drive back into town.

But it's not 2015. I'm not 22. I'm 32. Here with my mom and husband and mother in law. I've fallen out with the friends I used to come here with. My body is different. My mind is different. My hair is different. I am different.

I am a woman now. A married woman. A grown woman. A woman in a way that I wasn't in 2015.

I'd like to think I would give anything to go back. Back to a simpler time. A happier time. A lighter time.

But I don't know if I would.

Because to be back there would mean I'm not here. Not here with my family. My husband and our moms. Riding bikes and playing rummy.

Here is not such a bad place to be.

[academic-vampire]

𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱