L°

i am a lover. but underneath that i'm a hater. and then underneath that i'm a lover again

'women in stem' what about women in their twenties trying to function like a normal adult and failing at it

I didn’t know I needed this until I had it.

this goes with this

nature blog

babe. be real with me. if i were a plain little rock on a beach would you pick me up and turn me over in your hand and marvel over how wonderfully ordinary i am. like really take the time to ponder how there isn't necessarily anything special about me but that the very deed of choosing me out of countless other rocks raises me to a precious, almost sacred level of irreplaceability that is only accessible through the act of being seen and loved?