Sometimes I like when the wind messes with my hair.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
|—||Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours (via ugh)|
everyone tell me abt ur day. how did your eyeliner go? did u flirt with somebody? drink enough water? make a white man nervous?
buried deep within there’s a human
abolish the idea that strength can’t exist within femininity
I want a relationship that’s just like super cool friendship with like kissing
I should have loved myself more.
|—||(166/365) by (DS)|