“It’s Yours. Don’t Bury It In My Back, Please.”

all i do is sit and think about imaginary but extremely detailed romantic scenarios

do you ever look @ someone and think “i just want you to be happy always”

eye contact that ends up with a smile>>>>>

please someone just hold me for a minute

fuck you my child is completely fine…

your child want a fae male to bite them.

can we please normalize being quiet in the morning

shiftercore

me: :(

a forest: ° ☁️ ⁂ 🕊 * . ° ☁️ * 🌞

❃ .🌿 * ✨. 🏔 ° . 🦋. * . •.

* 🐞° 🍃 . .🌈 * . 🐝. * 🌼. * 🧚🏽* •💫

🌴 * . 🕸 ✿ ° 🌷 ✨* . 🌲 • 🦉

🌲❀ . 🌱🐌 * . 🍄 • 🕷 🌳⁂ 🌱 * 🌾 ❁

me: :)

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.

no, i don’t have a “dream job.” i want to spend my days reading and writing and lazing in the afternoon sun. i want to bake bread and brownies and apple crumble. i want to grow my own vegetables and plant a rainbow of flowers. i want to be with nature. i want to be at peace.