#girly needs

[bougie-boudoir]

Dolly 🎀

[onceifixmehesgonnamissme]

[whirriscool]

im slowly losing it

[ionomycin]

white night

[ribbittrobbit]

these kids are incredibly stressed out

[cinnagrrl]

i don't think i can thug this shit out anymore

[coldturkeybabe]

pearl, cleo and gem! oh and joehills. and that guy who lays on the floor

[queen-of-disasters-stuff]

Me when someone asks me about my plans on 14th February:

[hamoodmood]

Give me back my love

[luxlisbonsthings]

me because i will never live that new york nepo baby lifestyle

[whirriscool]

(im girls)

[sofiisx]

Me fr

[backpackingspace]

My actual favorite part of wisdom saga is telemachus trying to lean against Athena (he thought about that for .03 seconds and then was like nah !!! :D she's my friend not the goddess of war!!! Good to see that the audacity is running strong in odysseus's family) and then just passed threw her and fell on the floor. And then Athena did not move at all!!! And just stood there looking at him.

[jaydarino]

Sometimes girlhood is matching hello kitty oodies with your mortal enemy

[applebugg]

Antique silver plated art nouveau lady hand mirror

[inkskinned]

today i love the red metal crane in her long neck arching her body over the boston skyline, which means i am okay for a moment. when i am unwell, everything is a little ugly. i always tell myself look for the beauty but when it is bad, i will look at birds and sunsets and little ducklings and feel absolutely nothing.

when my brother got his puppy, i was in a deep depression. what kind of monster isn't affected by a puppy. i was gentle and kind to her - i just didn't have an emotional reaction. she's five now and i feel like i spend all of our interactions apologizing to her - i don't know why. i just didn't feel anything. how embarrassing. i feel like if i admit that, i'll seem cruel and jaded. it comes in waves. like, two months ago when i went out into the world - it was like that. life behind a pane of stormglass. a firework could go off over your head - nothing. like dead skin, no reaction. not to ice cream or rainbows or baby chickens. life foggy and uninteresting.

i love goslings again. i love their little webbed feet splayed over grass. i love good food and live music and long walks. i like puppies. i feel like some kind of my soul has been starved - i keep staring at everything with wide eyes, trying to burrow the sensation into my stomach. it's real. beauty is real. when it's bad again, remember this. i stop and smell the flowers, feeling cliche in the moment. i like the white-to-red ombre of my neighbor's roses. i like colorcoding and yoga and cold drinks. i try to pass my hands over every moment, feeling like i'm squeezing joy out of every instant. remember this. for the love of god, it's real - just remember this.