Unknown / Nth – Warm Hands Cupping Your Face, Soft Brown Jumpers, Trembling Fingers, Tear‐stained

Sunlight – Sultry heat, white linen sticking to sweaty skin, faint smell of vanilla and tobacco, gold speckles in brown eyes when the sun hits them just right, withered sunflowers, tall white candles, gold jewelry, worshipping your lover, dry red soil, olive trees and sage.

“why aren’t we talking ?”

From Eden – rustic sunny orchards, wildflowers in an empty wine bottle, sickeningly sweet jealousy, red apples in a battered woven basket, picnic in a meadow, running through uncut grass, green cardigan over a red dress, braiding your lover's hair.

Time to start saving up I guess, since my friend and I created a whole holiday plan based on TIT (seeing Chappell Roan and everything)

literally no one knows how to be fans of musicians in a respectful, non-intrusive way anymore, except for my mutuals, who are trying to convince 82 year old bob dylan that he is nonbinary

i am his. i could be nothing better.

2024 will the the year of loser women with tumblr blogs that have no real life aspirations or dreams aimlessly walking through life with a whimsical and tender nature despite their hopeless dispositions

First starting college and moving away, the empty bus at night, walking home in the rain, city lights and the sound of traffic, feeling like a stranger in the place where you live, all consuming loneliness, paper coffee cups and cigarette smoke, the sinking feeling in your chest when you see your younger sibling all grown up, drinking bitter red wine out of mugs.

December // Neck Deep