She smells like lemongrass and sleep

why is this so fucking funny 

it’s a joke

Much like a betta fish, I too am beautiful and willing to fight anyone who gets into my immediate space

just realized that i literally have no idea what it feels like to be comfortable in my own body !! isn’t that neat

*tries to ignore the fact i hate my body* this is fine

I get jealous really easily but not like an angry vengeful jealous more like a really sad lonely jealous because everybody likes everybody more than they like me and I really really don’t blame them. 

self-care is reaching under your shirt and firmly gripping your own boob

mark your territory by crying on things

apparently sometimes bees sleep in flowers and that makes me so happy like i can rest well knowing that there’s a bee out there sleeping in a flower.

I want to be a source of calm and softness and okayness for people and to still be seen as a real person

starting a girl gang of girls aggressively supporting other girls so reblog if you want in because if we get enough people we’re getting jackets

I want a life filled with flowers. Flowers everywhere. Flowers growing inside me.

one of the worst feelings ever is being in your own house and feeling like you need to go home