Dreamboard & Reminders

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I’m in the mood to dress up in pretty things, make small food out of clay, and have a tea party with all my dolls. I guess it’s all this stress of being a old teenager and college that’s making me want to resort back to childish ways.

"you’ll wake one morning, a product of all you’ve seen and done and known and you’ll find yourself restored. childlike wonder in tact. the courage of your young self in tow. the deep-rooted belief in the beauty of all that’s to come. and you’ll continue on. because it’s from there that you begin.”

blurry screenshots from hannahleeduggan’s Apartment Tour video that are giving me life atm

All credits to the artist @schinako

leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. you had to have him. and you did. and now you pull down the bridge between your houses. you make him call before he visits. you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. don’t lose too much weight. stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. and you are not stupid. you loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.