at least once a day you should read a poem that slices you clean in half. and then you go to the post office or something

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

i love him and his curly hair and his smile and his plump lower lip and the lines on his forehead and the funny way his beard grows out and the more prominent grey patches on his chin and the dimple on his cheek and the thick frames of his glasses and and…

I’m just gonna stare at these gifs forever bye

I’m sorry I just opened up that link and I have to add my favorites because I’m fucking losing it over them

knitting isopod

do you ever laugh with your friends and think oh this is the point. this is the point of everything

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beauty lies in pickled vegetable

oh uh. scuse me. just a lil snail crossing your dash

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My sister gave me an entire tin of my favourite crayon colour

holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror

Ok but hear me out...

What if I'm scared?

do it scared

now at an age where i just wanna MAKE shit. bread. candles. baskets. birdhouses. the world isn't my oyster, it's my deluxe lego set.

"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?