Emily Dickinson in a letter to Catherine Sweetser wr. c. February 1870
you don't like mourning dove? hwoo hoo hoo hoo?
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. February 1934
David Hockney (1937), Pretty Tulips, 1970
check out literally just sitting outside if u can. the hobby of the summer
we were meant to live slowly!!!! we were meant to savor moments and feel unabashedly lazy and frolic and smell the flowers and laugh with our entire hearts and love with our entire souls!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for resting!!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for slowing down!!!!!! enjoying life shouldn’t be something you’re ashamed of
pov: you're a fairy
they should make an international travel that is free if you're internet friends
Dear professor this assignment did not nourish my fundamentally curious soul so i did not do it No penalty full 100 points please Goodbye!
these hibiscus look like bells! ringing in spring!
now that i am a real adult i am starting to realise. media lied to me about the availability of rooftops to go hang out on. every day i wish i could be hanging out on a rooftop somewhere looking cool as fuck
[ID: A group of wild horses running across a field in front of many evergreen trees and a mountainous ridge. End ID]
being held would be so cool. wish physical touch was real