time with myself.

꧁•⊹٭𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊٭⊹•꧂

Наверное, единственная вещь, которую я романтизию (и понимаю, что это максимально нездорово, но ничего не могу и не хочу поделать) — это наркотики. Сам не принимаю и слава богу. Но когда дело касается моих придуманных персонажей, то каждый третий будет употреблять. Я иногда даже могу углубляться в эту тему и смотреть, какие последствия бывают от употребления определённого вида наркотиков. И, боже, я обожаю эту атмосферу. Я знаю, в реальности это нихуя не романтично, но кто мне запретит фантазировать? Меня иногда вообще бесит этот запрет на романтизацию. Тип, если она не перерастает в пропаганду и ограничивается просто тем, что подростки под музыку придумывают сюжетики, то ничего страшного не произойдёт. Люди не тупые и из-за каждого показанного самоубийства в фильмах не пойдут прыгать с крыш. А если и пойдут, то проблема в людях, а не в фильмах. Вот и у меня жуткого желания употреблять таблетки и другую дрянь только из-за эстетичных картинок в Пинтерест нет. А вот персонажам приписать зависимость... Ну, их судьба вас ебать не должна. Всем добра.

I might have to get braces 😭🦷

So of course I'm going to romanticize it on tumblr

How much impossible it is to go to England for summer before starting university and maybe finding some old grandma that needs help with her second hand bookstore and ,,oh wow that is exactly what i know how to do” and then i would be living with her and we would run her little cute shop and i would slowly get to know her backstory, like how she ended up all alone with this shop, and i would maybe regret getting to know all of it, but please tell me, is this all really that impossible? I just want to be in England and work with books, that is all i want

(If you are a old woman with intriguing past and some kind of bookstore i beg you, give me a chance)

splashing my face with water in the morning, and suddenly I feel like a medieval washerwoman taking a break from work to sit by the creek and dream of a better life

the warmth of winter.

Enveloped by cozy chunky sweaters, each thread a reminder of comfort and familiarity, we find solace in these stolen treasures from Dad's winter collection. As we slip into those boots that bear witness to countless stories of chilly mornings and adventures, we embark on a journey through the embrace of winter's gentle touch.

With a steaming cup of coffee in hand, we seek refuge in journals, the paper absorbing our thoughts like a close confidant. Or perhaps, we opt for the embrace of a really good movie, one that wraps us in narratives and takes us on cinematic voyages of the heart.

Comfort shows and movies become our portals to faraway lands, transporting us to places we long to visit, all while we remain cocooned in our haven of pillows and soft blankets. As we snack on peanuts, the taste of familiarity brings a smile, and we're curled up beneath a heavy quilt that guards us against the winter's whispers.

Cuddling with our loyal pets, we share the warmth of companionship, feeling their gentle hearts beat in sync with ours. Fuzzy socks adorn our feet, their softness a reminder that even the simplest pleasures are to be cherished.

Christmas and New Year's arrive, the promise of festivities lingers in the air, and our hearts swell with anticipation. We resurrect the four-year-old Christmas tree, kept secluded for the entire year, and decorate it with memories, each ornament a testament to cherished moments.

Picnics in the afternoon sun become enchanting adventures, where we dine on simple delights surrounded by the crisp, winter air. Writing and reading become rituals of introspection, allowing our thoughts to unfurl like the pages of a novel, inviting new stories to be written.

Lazy mornings and soft afternoons paint the canvas of our winter days. Walking back home from the bus stop, we watch as the world transforms, the golden hues of the soft winter sun casting long shadows and a warm glow upon our path.

And as we bake cakes for Christmas, the aroma of cinnamon and love fills the air, a testament to the joy of giving. This is the magic of winter, not defined by snow or frost, but by the warm embrace of cherished moments, and the beauty of simple, heartwarming experiences.

Day 15 of 25 days of moodboards

February moodboard

My requests are open so feel free to ask for one. I'll make stimboards and moodboards just clarify which one you want!!

"The moon only glows when kissed by the sun." -R.Queen

loving my sunset szn life🧡

Call me retarded but I think a decent relationship is like a lava lamp. The tension and flow of the fluids created from the heat makes the wax and (i guess in this specific case) the mineral oil both make an interesting motion where both people mix and move in such a ying yang way. Sometimes they stay separate, sometimes they homogenize, sometimes there are two separate masses but with a share of eachother's bits within eachother. Now that I think about it i'm rambling and I'm second guesing my grammar. Either way i'm in love and comparing a lava lamp to a healthy relationship. Goodnight.

P.S. I never owned a lava lamp

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 

𓇢𓆸

feeling sporty?

I am! I've been wanting to start tennis for a little while now. I'm excited to start now that theirs warm weather! I've noticed the sporty fashion trends recently like jerseys, sports logos. chunky sneakers and of course active wear so adorable! are you hopping on this trend?

I think one of the times when life slows down for me is when I get lost in art, when I am devouring art (be it a painting, a musical piece, a piece of literature or just hearing someone's philosophy out or anything else, could be the way the waves crash at the ocean bed or tye way clouds change shape) it's when I actually start living and breathing and existing and I don't even realize that because I've lost myself to the beauty of the art in front of me.

the people who think they don't know how to express themself, are the one who feel everything in the most aching and beautiful way