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#god is a woman

Among the Laurel Blossoms and Peonies, by Charles Courtney Curran (1861-1942)

If you’re an adult, do the stuff you couldn’t as a kid.

Like, me and my sister went to a museum, and they had an extra exhibit of butterflies. But it cost £3. So we sighed, walked past, then stopped. We each had £3. We could see the butterflies. And we did it was great. We followed it up with an ice-cream as well because Mum and Dad weren’t there to say no.

I was driving back from a work trip with 2 other people in their early 20s, and we drove past a MacDonalds. One of the others went “Aww man, I’d love a McFlurry.” And the guy driving pulled in to the drive through. It was wild. But it was great.

I went to a park over the weekend and I was thinking “Man, I’d love to hire one of those bikes and cycle round the park.” It took me a few minutes to go “Wait, I can hire one of those bikes!”

I guess what I’m saying is, those impulsive things you wanted to do as a kid - see the dinosaur exhibit, play in the fountains with the other kids, lie in the shade for 2 hours - you can do when you’re an adult. You have to deal with a whole lot of other bull, but at least you can indulge your inner 8 year-old.

JAIME LANNISTER IN NORTHERN ARMOUR READY TO BECOME SANSA STARKS SWORN SHIELD. READY TO MAKE BRIENNE PROUD. READY TO GET BACK THREE SEASONS OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. ALL WHILE LOOKING LIKE A  WHOLE DAMN MEAL

Someone come with me to a foreign city and explore museums and cafés and local thrift shops

i want more roadtrips this year. more time spent at the ocean. more trips hiking up mountains. more time falling in love with the earth, and laughing with people that make me feel at home.

i love airports and packing and the smell of a new city and hotel breakfasts and doing cute touristy stuff, man i love traveling

2019 isn’t going to be any different unless you actually put effort in to change it

once I find my serotonin it’s over for you bitches

my love would look good on you

i dont have a favorite music genre. i just like songs that sound good. i have no specific taste,, if it slaps it slaps.

i want to make pancakes with you, while listening to soft music and wearing big cozy shirts. we can watch the sunrise together and forget that the rest of the world exists.

“I’m an adult” I whisper as I try not panic while I’m filling in all those forms that I don’t understand.

Soon it will be Autumn and Persephone can go back to pegging her husband in peace and I can wear a fucking jumper

dear tweens and teens: please dont equate “self care” with buying a bunch of useless shit because some shill account on instagram told you to. any type of “self care” that involves consumerism is snake oil and a better way to care for yourself and build your personal self worth is through self actualizing activities i.e. go make art, go plant trees, go volunteer for a food bank, go organize!!!