Especially Simping For The Moon.

those who escape from hell never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.

pasta is an antidepressant

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here’s some fairy dust to everyone who is struggling with problems but trying their best to stay soft-hearted and determined ✩

Me, I am. 🩷

it’s in my nature to want to buy anything pink

friends that understand your anti-social phases and don’t take it personally are important.

be careful who you give your sunsets and midnights to

“WHOA look at the moon”

— me literally every night no matter what phase the moon is in (via purple-space-freak)

“Flowers were her natural allies, like trees, fruit and animals—everything that grows, sways in the wind, bites and hides. She was one of them, on their side.”

— Violet Trefusis, from Broderie Anglaise

Christina Rossetti, from Poems and Prose; “Maiden-Song”