i don’t know where i’m going but i’m on my way

wait... is this fucking play about us ??

June Mood: light pink peony bouquet, strawberries and cream, sparkly headbands, pink tulle, cherry blossom rosé, ballet flats with bows, broderie anglais blouses, Sleeping Beauty Waltz.

less artificial intelligence and more ancestral knowledge please.

Do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes.

the vivid sensory-memory of sucking water out of a washcloth as a child

the beautiful thing about aging is there are so many versions of your life, so many things you thought you would never get over, so many funny and absolutely heart breaking things that you not only get over but just sort of forget about

may mood: daydreaming on the balcony, eating strawberries, associating songs with past experiences, denim jackets over white dresses, playgrounds at night, calmness of solitude, freckles, holding hands with your best friend, sheer lipsticks, worn out converses, dancing freely in wildflower meadows, reading emma by jane austin, drinking rose champagne with strawberries