dirtgirl1999
i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later.
sweetgrassbraids-deactivated202
ok i don't care about being weird and artsy anymore... just want to make soup and make people feel loved...
hmm. hm. think i will spend my entire life devoted to creating art and being as kind as i possibly can
Friends in different Time Zones
my love language is simple. i *hands you a mushroom sticker* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a dried flower* *hands you a mushroom sticker* *hands you a twig* *hands you a leaf* *han
What a year this week has been.
It’s Monday.
It sure as hell is.
katherinebarlow
Pride & Prejudice (2005), dir. Joe Wright
“Dreaming” (1928), by Maxfield Parrish
tea elements
green tea - water
rose rooibos - fire
lavender earl grey - earth
chamomile calendula - air
A soft September wind rolls through the meadow
As crimson spangled boughs shudder with the motion of it
// Part 38



