“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
Bay Area, California :)
this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
NOOOOOO ALMOND FUUUCK 🥺🥺🥺🥺
God fucking damnit
This fucking virus is spreading like a wildfire right now
Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.
Fire: impulsive midnight roadtrips, hot showers, red lipstick, the warm buzz of spicy peppers, overthinking and overloving, sea salt and vinegar chips, completely passionate about everything she does, wandering art museums without a care, neon lights and glowsticks, a little messy but she tries, pop rocks, bright flashing eyes that dance in the candlelight, accidentally snorting when she laughs, a face you can’t forget even after nights you can’t remember, casual touching, the secret thrill when a lover’s hand touches the small of the back, tiny powerful tattoos, late August nights, creased book spines, cursive, always there without fail.
Air: lemon-lime seltzer water, bullet journals, old grandfather clocks, shimmery highlighter, fireflies, the smell of honey, ethereal and effervescent, always making everyone in the room laugh, opening gifts on Christmas morning, suggestive winks, fruity herbal tea, light wash jeans, philosophical discussions turning into heated debates into spontaneous make out sessions, cherry limeade, sunrises on mountaintops, classical music, gardenia soy candles, early riser, dew drops on the grass, mood swings with the weather, doodles on the cuffs of her jeans, young heart old soul, dancing in the rain, indecisive, inspirational quotes, destined to do great things.
Water: paint-speckled hands, telescopes, freckles smattered across noses, old books, a little bit lost, bites her lip unconsciously, flowy dresses, iced coffee, stolen glances across the room, adrenaline rushes, inside jokes, a bookworm letting her hair down, shooting stars, she acts like summer and walks like rain, jazz music, always has chapstick, hides emotions until it all comes out in one big rush, sings to herself, acoustic guitars, kisses under willow trees, pressed flowers, always has a story to tell, salty ocean air, breaths of stardust, handwritten love letters that smell of perfume, bare feet, acts like she doesn’t care but she cares too much, wandering always
Earth: pine needles and campfire smoke, loving hugs that you didn’t know you needed, sandy feet on dashboards, surprisingly dark sense of humor, steadfast and loyal, full-bodied red wine, loves medieval history, haunted European castles, honeycomb, newsprint left on fingers from reading the latest headline, jasmine rose perfume, cracked lips, fast falling lights as things progress, van Gogh’s sunflowers, grass stains, feels small when looking out at the universe, iron will, combat boots, stopped clocks, scattered rose petals, deep conversations at 2am, bruised kneecaps, the perfect winged eyeliner, black and white movies, sitting on rooftops
i dropped off my resume at this place at 1:15 and got called for an interview at 1:45 holy dang
I’m so thankful I had a childhood before social media took over