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I just saw a light academia/ cottagecore text post that was like “I wish I could grow little flowers in my hair” and at first I was like *yeah, that would be dope* but ya know what NO it wouldn’t be, it would be awful. I can barely brush my hair on a GOOD day and now I wanna detangle and manage fLoWeRs ni sir it would not work for me. Not only that but buggggssss in your hairrrrr allll the timeee, you sit outside and a bee just lands IN YOUR HAIR I couldn’t do it. It’s a romantic, lovely, dreamy idea that I just thought way too hard about but wow no thank you

Love can only be found in two places: in a second hand bookstore on a rainy Sunday afternoon in fall or in the middle of summer in a cute Starbucks barista 5 minutes before they close for the night.

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Which Friend would you like to spend your weekend here with .?

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Not a lot here, and this is a sort of repost from my Instagram account, but I wanted to share this! Have a good day/night, everyone ^^

Window flowers ♡

I dance on my own grave. Don't touch me, I'm a sacred fool. And I'm the happiest.

Her Schrodinger's Cat, Mania 2003

It gets sick sometimes to believe we are worthy of smiles. But you gotta "shhh" your mind, for it's such a trickster. Let it hurt a little, let yourself caress the depth of that wound, let yourself measure it with immense compassion, let yourself be happy!

Her Schrödinger's Cat, Tenth Insight

I wish I knew something more, felt more.Something I could put my hands on and turn it into celestial sparks. I won't lie, life is not a sane man's business. You can gaze at a lovely meadow and sink into a meditative absurdity. Or you can feel trampled down by the sky above.

Her Schrödinger's Cat, Eight Insight

Sunbeams swam across the horizon, but you nurtured a pounding wound inside your chest. You just walked away, but could barely stretch your fists at them. No you were not kind ,you were agonized. You eventually learnt to grow flowers in your eyes and creepers in your ribs and kept rowing through the same eras our ancients trailed.

Her Schrödinger's Cat, Seventh Insight

If you felt a sudden lump throbbing in your chest when your narcissistic mother yelled your name; if your tears were so vivid but they chose to ignore it; if you sat naked in front of a mirror, with legs parted and felt disgusted by your own moans; if your texts to them exceeded the limit; trust me I feel you! Please don't give up, the spring is coming!

Her Schrödinger's Cat, Sixth Insight

Serenity does not exist alone. It will always be entwined with imperceptible emptiness and precarious moments leaving you in front of a spindle. The battle of possibilities and choices conceive our smiles and tears. So next time if your nightmare knocks at your door, make sure to kiss its forehead.

Her Schrödinger's cat, Fourth Insight.

You've always belonged to this world,love! It was just a cruel, a meticulous sense of being alive unacknowledged which deluded the compassion within you to annihilate itself. Do you recall giggling as a child,when your consciousness was yet to take over you? Your sense of self was in unity with the universe. We can always revive the love we once were.

Her Schrödinger's Cat, Fifth Insight

~To the daydreamers~

To dream–to dream has been the business of my life.

–Edgar Allan Poe