you are going to feel so much love and devotion it’s going to scare you. you aren’t used to being the object of so much tenderness; and maybe you don’t even think you deserve it. but you do. you know you do. embrace it with open arms and let it wash over you.
(via floralwaterwitch)
i dont want to look “pretty” i want to look otherworldly and vaguely threatening
(via floralwaterwitch)
Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?
It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.
a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic
Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.
Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.
Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean
Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.
Wiping your hands on your apron and you’re an 18th century kitchen girl rushing to let in the delivery boy you secretly love.
The cool fall wind catches your skirt, sends leaves swirling around your feet, and catches your hair and sends it flying behind you, and suddenly you’re a enchantress roaming the woods, daring any man to challenge your power.
Stepping into a pool on a hot day, and you become a selkie, pulling your sealskin back on and returning to your home below the sea.
(via akitchenwitch)
If you keep travelling north, you’ll eventually start travelling south. However if you keep travelling west you will never travel east.
(via berryblenddaisies)
“Fall in love when you are ready, not when you are lonely.”— unknown (via amortizing)
(Source: amortizing, via an0therwildfl0wer)
i’m so in love with domestic sweetness.
cooking dinner with the one you love while they wrap their arms around you. taking quick kiss breaks in between folding fresh laundry. washing each other’s hair in the shower. giggling and rolling around in the fresh sheets you both just finished putting on. dusting while showing off your latest dance moves and having your sweetheart show off their vocals.
it’s so comforting to have someone that you just enjoy making a home with. because chores done with someone you love isn’t such a chore after all.
(via spiritscraft)
“Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love”— -me when i over think things (via stay-impure)
(via icarlysdildo)
Today’s letter is F.
And that’s a
FUCKING
EXCELLENT
IDEA!!!
I’ve had this on repeat for the last couple of minutes switching my hearing to hear either “that’s a fucking excellent idea” and “that sounds like an excellent idea” (which is what he’s actually saying) and it’s really tripping me out
Laurel vs yanny
(via everythingstarstuff)
the line between not going out as an act of self-care and not going out as a symptom of depression is but a gossamer thread
(via thekitchenapothecary)
“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”— Unknown (via qvotable)
