i’m in aesthetic hell like i want to be a classy history museum girl who wears blouses and flowy skirts and ballet flats and wine red lipstick and cute gold rings but i also wanna be a badass punk chick who wears black skinny jeans and band shirts and has a nose piercing and cool choppy hair and big stompy doc martens but i also wanna be an art kid who wears mom jeans and cute graphic tees and worn out converse and has flowers in her hair but i also wanna be a glowy sexy girl who has an impeccable highlight and wears gold hoops and slinky silk dresses and in the end i can’t be any of them so i just sit here in my boring jeans and shirts

the winters not so cold when i’m with you

me at 4am: who am i

i need someone to lay in bed with me for hours

I would much rather be in Paris right now

cant wait til i move to another country and be that girl that disappeared to live her life