hot girl summer is over it’s scary woman winter

dead leafs? that’s called yard salad now. and it’s the new food trend.

leaves*

where are you going

I’m too soft for this world bro

tits and also boobs

i think my problem is that i can't just pull a snufkin and spend three months out of each year wandering through nature in the contentment of my own solitude, marveling alone and quiet at the way birds sing and stars turn and light falls through forest branches, passing through towns where i talk to the locals just enough that we no longer feel mysterious to each other, playing music by riverbanks under the bright moonlight, only to return from my travels rejuvenated and yearning to tell all the stories i've gathered to my warm and understanding boyfriend, whose anchoring presence is the closest i will get to letting myself use the word home

I be scrolling down my own blog wanting to follow myself

No matter how good you are, people will judge you according to their mood and needs.