ladycordis:

I understand your stress and anxiety. just remember that your future self, with more information, more understanding, and a little more wisdom, will react the best they possibly can. They will take into account all the little nuances of the situation and make the most educated decision possible with their own best interest at heart. Trust them. You have survived every hard day, difficult situation, and scary experience you’ve ever had. Have some faith in yourself. I love you.

blondebedroom:

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wanderlustfawn:

strawberry4milk:

ladurée macarons

fairycosmos:

the thing about being alone is that it’s so peaceful and freeing and cool apart from the evenings you descend into literal hell

cher3pakha:

petaltexturedskies:

I look in the mirror; hollowness. I touch my hands, they’re cold. It seems like blood runs no more. Practically I feel I am almost extinct and washed-out.

Anne Sexton, a self-portrait in letters

happyheidi:

𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 <3

x - x / x - x / x - x 🍃

petaltexturedskies:

I have just stood before the open window of my bedroom and I have breathed in deeply all the honeysuckle-perfumed air, the sunshine, the snowdrops of winter, the carouses of spring, the primroses, the crooning pigeons, the trills of the birds, the entire procession of soft winds and cool smells of frail colors and petal-textured skies, the knotted snake greys of old vine roots, the vertical shoots of young branches, the dank smell of old leaves, of wet earth, of torn roots, and fresh-cut grass, winter, summer, and fall, sunrises and sunsets, storms and lulls, wheat and chestnuts, wild strawberries and wild roses, violets and damp logs, burnt fields and new poppies.

Anaïs Nin, the diary of Anaïs Nin (1931-1934)