I found this copy of Thoreau’s Walden buried in the park. I opened it and saw these roots growing between the pages. I don’t know whether to frame it or put it back in the ground.
my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.
My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.
this is my favorite post on tumblr currently
Do You Remember the First Time? - Photographs by Corinne Day & Sofia Coppola, (1999)
How will I stop missing you? How am I supposed to accept living in a world where you are not the queen? I love you and I miss you, Abuela. More than anything I imagined. You are my queen, my inspiration, my favorite person. You’re the best woman I will ever know. I’m sorry for anytime I was annoyed because of you, because I will take a million of those times for seeing your eyes again. I love you, so much more than I knew I did. You’re so beautiful and loved and you’re just so amazing. You’ve been gone over a month and I still cry when I dream of you. #queen