my pretty little instruments ♡
“Scars on your body show that you have lived; scars on your heart show that you have loved.”
— Nina Dul
I rest my case here 😌
damn I get back on here and a billion nasty bots followed me. Glad tumblr regulated that, huh:')
Anyway, hey. I'm still poppin on and doin some snooping. Wish I had time and mental energy to do this again. Miss y'all.
“He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.”
— Timothy Findley
Sneezes into existence.
If you wanna stalk me further or keep in contact here's my twitter below. Dont post a lot of personal shit, mostly just art. But hey. Just lemme know who you are by commenting here I guess
i still remember laughter we shared
———– now i guess the joke’s on me
“Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.”
— Anne Michaels
No matter where you are in the world, you are at home when tea is served.
ig credit: not.so.well.read.
Falling Blossom pattern suit, Joshua Kane
Silk jacquard, woven in England. From £2,900.
where are the hot single cryptids in my area. where are they
Some Pride Flag palettes, just because. Hel, lesbian. Sedel, gay man.
the feminine urge to spend all your time in bookstores, to sip tea in cafes, to wear ribbons in your hair and always have a book in your bag