(Source: allaboutthoseneutrals, via deadtpoets)
187o:
Mood : being an aristocrat from the romantic era who cries over italian landscapes and ancient ruins because nature is beautiful and life is meaningless.
(via properthieveries)
a literary society that meets sporadically for illicit midnight revelry filled with people that are half bite half sweetness wearing expensive oxford shirts, sometimes immaculate and sometimes with two buttons popped and bloodshot eyes. no one knows the president’s real name but he’s someone new too often for it to matter anyways. you leave the dorm windows unlocked for members when they need to hide from things they can’t name. the vintage record player in the abandoned building meetings are held in never seems to stop playing
(via claasics)
things which won’t leave you:
- nice quiet places in nature
- bookshops and libraries
- your favourite movies
- the ocean and mountains
- happy memories
- your ability to heal
- sunlight in the mornings
- fluffy clouds and the sky
- the moon and the stars
(via sunflowersxlesbian)
escapes for when you feel anxious
- exploring a flowery town with cute villagers
- drinking a milkshake in an empty diner at 3am
- real life that feels dreamlike
- cute sunflower field dates
- in love with the universe
- softest love songs
- living inside an 80s tv show
- drinking tea on a cozy raining morning
- you’re an angsty teen in a coming-of-age film
- summer road trip in the west coast
- vacation in san francisco
- living in an old French film
- stargazing and contemplating the meaning of life
- late night drives in a 90’s movie
- watching a pink sunset over the beach with your best friend
- going to the beach in a camper van in 1960′s california
- collecting whimsical music-boxes and taking pictures of clouds in paris
- falling asleep on the moon
- city lights at midnight
- remembering someone else’s memories like they’re your own
- wandering the avenues of vintage new york city
- being the guardian of a snowy forest
- living in a cinematic painting
- feeling like you’re half-dreaming in faded sunlight in the 60s countryside
- riding a bike a beautiful city as leaves drift down around you
- exploring an art museum
- eating fruit in a small italian seaside town
(via sunflowersxlesbian)
had to save my string of pearls from mold! put most in water, the one that had a lil root went in a pot tho
(via honeyliving)
I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. This world is ugly. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things.
(Source: inkskinned, via sunflowersxlesbian)