greenpeach

I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months

forgive yourself again and again and again and again and again

future me is wearing vintage dior to ballets & operas, ordering thousands of dollars worth of la perla, and slathering herself in crème de la mer. she’s living her best life. she finds any excuse to celebrate life by drinking glasses of chilled moët & chandon rose imperial champagne while binge watching grace kelly movies. every night she drowns herself in silk bedsheets while wearing baby pink olivia von halle ‘coco’ pyjamas. there are fresh arrangements of roses (from all her admirers) & peonies (which she picked up from the farmers market) in every room. she is utterly and completely happy. i can’t wait to be her.

literally i cannot stress how important it is that everyone has a thing.

i do not care if it is a color or a hobby or an animal, everyone needs to have a thing so that their friends can see that thing and think of them that's what being alive is all about

(goes through an extended magical girl transformation, by the end of which I look the exact same, except I immediately shoot you with my perfectly normal gun that wasn’t there before)

Talking to people about your characters really is a game changer. You'll start saying things about them you didn't even know you knew.

anti-intellectualism actually refers to when I'm scrolling through tumblr tired and I skip all the posts longer than a paragraph