Do You Wanna Hang Out Tonight My Curse Was Finally Lifted

he’s too non chalant for me. what if i killed myself. what happened to matches made in heaven.

- mflr

What part of the mundane and joy can I not creatively interpret?

To paint your emotions is one thing, to be confined to sadness is another.

Creativity sparked by death is grim, using grief as paint I finished the forest scenery

each brush strokes repeats the motion of her hands combing my hair

each detail I add she undo a knot,

each rocks and tree I paint she plaits my hair, with the same care and softness as I add the shadows.

Autumn is coming ♡

i am an ally to all embarrassing and uncool women forever and ever

real

ever since i was a little girl i wanted to waste all of my potential

payday mayday

Samsara