— Voltaire (via verachtend)
sorta wanna die sorta wanna kiss you sorta wanna get my shit together sorta wanna lose twenty pounds in a month??
The other day at work, I found a perfectly intact gerbera daisy on the floor, so I wore it in my hair for the remainder of my shift. Then I dried it and pressed it in my thoughts journal. The other pages are filled with scribbles and rough handwriting, but this page is clean and simple and it describes how I felt on that day
I love pressing flowers!!!
i’m a person who often wants physical affection but is also very uncomfortable and particular about physical contact
My feminist rants drive all the boys from the yard.
Get off my land you little shits.