forward, forward

Plants are just like… Too much sun. Not enough sun. Ground too wet. Ground too dry. The pH balance is wrong. There’s not enough drainage. I don’t like terracotta. Feed me. Stop feeding me. God was killed here. I do not vibe with this soil.

there’s so much joy in living a private life. looking really pretty and not posting it, going to a new city and not telling anyone, getting a fancy dinner by yourself dressed up.... like it just feels like life.. i feel alive and less preformative

Isn’t it crazy how women are supposed to be in their 20s their whole life.

including when they’re in their teens

Reblog this and put the first film you remember crying in in the tags

I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up. 

someone please come lovingly hold my face. wash your hands before tho

i just told my mom she was being nosy and she was like ‘mera itna bara nose hai i have to make it useful’ 

I want to be politically informed and educated but I also wanna have a good day and be in a good mood. Do you see my problem?