real girls flirt thru telepathy
(via caramelizee)
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"i used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, i’d know it was something true. now I’m trying to dig deeper."
i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information
(via caramelizee)
2019 we filling our pockets, bras and anything else with rose quartz, shoving sprigs of rosemary behind our ears and wholeheartedly loving ourselves
(via etherealnymphe)
Types of people: Roses
White rose: Faint smiles. Flowers in their hair. Blushing. Doodles in the margins of books. Hard work with little repayment. Old soul. Sleek clothing.
Yellow rose: Warm hugs. Tucking hair behind ears. Sunny days. Freshly baked cookies. Self-made flower crowns. The smell of grass. Tickle fights.
Red rose: Loves easily. Confident strides. Talking loudly. Leather jackets. Singing off key. Whispered secrets. Declarations of love.
Pink rose: Soft smiles. Flirting. Gets their heart broken easily. Old record. Vintage aesthetics. Innocent. Always kind.
Orange rose: Colourful closet. Elaborate stories. Animated hand gestures. Stickers covering everything. Big cakes. Bad at lying. Loves sunsets.
Green rose: Dirty hands. Leaves in their hair. Loud laugh. Leather bound books. Potted plants. Doesn’t like being told what to do. Skinny dipping.
Peach rose: Typewriters. Soothing voice. Little sketches on napkins. Keeps a lot of secrets. Quiet. Shy. Enjoys spending time with people they love.
Lavender rose: Scented candles. Dancing in the rain. Humming softly. New ideas. Only shares things with people close to them. Forgetful. Paint on their clothing.
(via seaymphea)
fancy your true mother to have been aristocrat, when in truth she was a governess
(via caramelizee)
when alice notley said, “i can’t translate myself into language any more.”
(via voltaiire)
