bambi

Idk why this makes me so happy

So I went on a little trip in August and there was one of those inflatable unicorns in the pool of the hotel and it took me like 5 years to get on it. Also we climbed a mountain and took a picture of us at the top and I was repping 70 mom hard with my little hat and bodysuit combo. Also I love how the legs came out in these drawings. Like the little indent at the knee and the square calf. Me likey.

how do you post pictures from your studygram to your studyblr if it’s a side blog? asking because apparently I’m 95 and I have no idea how social media works

i’m sitting on a bench on the side of the road. hands fumbling with my sweater slevees, holding a paper cup of earl grey tea, no sugar, a dash of milk. it’s not too warm for hot drinks anymore, but not too cold for covered knees either. i can taste it: the smell of september on my burned tongue. i sniff as i look at the sky. grey merging into lilac, summer fighting fall, just like the city itself is doing. bare legs and flowing scarves, people are coming back and people are going back. this big snake is moulting and its dead skin is scattered all over the pavement, making it dewy. i smell it in the air. violets and grass and steele. i stand up and try to catch a taxi going downtown right before the first rainy day of fall, falls on me.

here’s my july spread flip through: thought i’d try something different. hope you enjoy! also, follow me on insta <3

it’s fair day. cotton candy and lemonade. we are sitting still one hand from each other. you look at me pout. stars have fallen from the sky last night and i still have specks of them on my lips. everything is motionless but the music hobbling beat by beat. i can feel the sun on my skin. i can hear the clock ticking. i could see you swallow on a dry throat if i’d just tilt my head, but i’m looking at the scrapes on my knees. i’m a whimsical bundle of flushed cheeks and a sunscreen nose, but you can’t leave because i’m made of sugar and your blood is running low.

I’m thinking about trying to keep my bujo more in my aesthetic, which is basically an art journal. You can see the picture I’ve used for reference in my july moodboard. also, sorry for the crappy pictures, I’m just so busy but I wanted to put this up anyway. how do you cope with being productive and stuff and being able to update your tumblr?

Hiiii! Long time no see! I'm starting a new bullet journal and I'm thinking of keeping it more minimal this time. Also shout out to the mini rainbows 🌈

i can feel my hair sticking to my forehead, i can feel our lips sticking together. my lipstick is red and thick and disgusting. you like the way it tastes mixed with sweat. the air is so hot and humid you can barely tell it apart from our own breaths. strawberries and cherries and a pierce blue sky. sharp shadows make your face look funny. scent of roses and scent of humans. tropicana.