angel baby

the cocaine addicted wealthy elite: i don’t think poor people who smoke weed should get food card money.

i want to be soft and at peace, living a life full of warmth and rainy days under the covers, reading old poetry and classic novels, in a house with far too many plants and art covering the walls. i want to be surrounded with positivity and beauty and stay inside to keep away the cold and angry world. there is so much negativity and selfishness and anxiety out there, but i want to live in the beauty of it all. a cozy home with the love of my life, kissing shoulders and breathing in each other. gosh please just take time to slow down and enjoy life, there is so much happiness to be found in the little thing

growing up as a lesbian is constantly wanting boys attention but immediately feeling disgust or fear when said boy gives u attention

Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.

Oh my god. This is it. I want this so badly.

She’s mine just FYI