i wish my makeup showed better in photos because my makeup aesthetic is pretty much just Everything Covered In Gold
"you can’t just think every character is queer" watch me. watch me
my vanity is a coping mechanism but I don’t care at all, love yourself aggressively and explicitly
hey guys just reminding you all of how pretty i am just in case you forgot or haven’t thought about it today
good for the soul
ah, the sparks of a campfire. good things.
This has to be the most calming thing..
i always reblog this
there was a time earlier this year where i went on a brief trip, and was relieved when it was done because i wanted to be home. returning to my house, i realized that didn’t feel like home either, and i became completely inconsolable.
this was part of a larger issue, one of the worst periods of mental illness i’ve had in the past couple years, but still that sensation stuck with me a lot, many tears were shed, etc. so being able to walk out past the plants and the train tracks into the steppe and feel some sense of home sets my mind at ease when i’m unsettled.
I like it there. It’s home to me. I’ve never felt that way about any place in real life.i have once or twice, for some certain places out in the woods where i’ll probably never be again. i like where i live, and i’m very suited to living here, but that’s different from a place where it feels like the ground is swelling up to meet you.