Mila ౨ৎ

I miss the girl I was a week ago…. Before I met him

Spreading misinformation is my specialty ❤️

Peeta needed some purple shampoo, I’m sorry I had to say it. Golden locks this, golden locks that, no, yellow locks in need of a tone.

I get so embarrassed when a poetic post flops like damn never mind let me take my Sylvia Plath head ass back to the notes app 😭

I want to explain to someone in great detail my fondest memories and my worst nightmares in hopes that might explain why I love or hate the things I do. I crave to be seen as the radiant creature I am to myself, with my beauties and my flaws.

Do you ever get the urge to ask everyone if they think your pretty, or beautiful or smart enough? To ask whether what you say makes sense? To ask in what ways they perceive you? To ask if they notice every single detail of your being? Do you ever get the urge to explain every major event in your life that has lead to the perosn you are today, to justify your actions and your words and the way you look? To tell them about your mom and your dad and the way they worked together to make you, who you are, for better or worse? No? Just me?

Scrolling past the cutesy affirmations blogs to find the Josh Hutcherson smut on here

I have nothing to say yet there is so much to be said

I just want to be that girl, the one who loves herself and prioritizes her future but also reads Peeta Mellark, Harry Styles and Mike Schimdt fanfic from time to time