When I'm by myself I can be myself

Being the village freak isn't easy but someones gotta do it

that’s the beauty of tumblr imo. we’re all just here running our tiny little irrelevant blogs with no hope of getting money or everlasting glory. we’re just indulging ourselves and our obsessions, screaming into the void hoping someone will scream back and call it a fandom. pretty much like a flop era that makes us free and fleetingly happy

pirates really had it going on man...... high waisted skinny jean lookin ass pants........ loose fitting and often deep cut shirts........ tall boots.... the belts.... swords....... long hair a lot.......... where did it all go........

These 🌹💐🌹💐💐🌸🌺🌹🌺🌷🌸💐🌺🌹🍫🌹💐🍫🍫🌹🌺🌸🌷🍫💐🌸💐🌺🌹🍫🌷🌷🌺🌸🌷🌺🌸🌺🌹🌹🌹🌷🌺🌺🌸🌺🌹🌹🌷💐🌸💐💐🌺🌹🌸💐🌸🌹🍫🍫🌺🌷🌹🍫🍫🍫 💐🌷r for my mutuals on this valentines day <3

just thinking of how our meaning or purpose in life is merely to experience. eating an orange segment, hoping for snow, being in love, returning over and over to one painting, stepping outside for the full moon, submersion in water, having a favourite colour, knowing beauty, feeling alone, feeling connected, feeling longing… it is enough.