Leonard Cohen’s Note To Marianne Ihlen, 1963.

*forgets to message back* *forgets to check notifications* *forgets to look through bookmarks* *forgets to check reminders* *forgets to check out [insert content] that i said i would* *forgets to take my phone off do not disturb* *forgets to

''photographing british girlhood''

photography by elaine constantine for the face magazine, september 2021

u wanna be happy? u gotta let shit go & let shit be what it is

just had a pumpkin spice latte for the first time. this fucks. everyone apologise to women right now

°•☆ 14/08/24 ☆•°

im back !! its been a while, me and the girls around me have been through hell and back this past month and i will not show any mercy for those who beg. right now im still healing and learning how to love me better, and spend more time with rhose who i love, especially today. godspeed ♡

im a fucking sucker for the “character gets so badly injured that they can’t think clearly and start calling for help in a distressingly vulnerable way.” characters who start using nicknames for their friends they haven’t used since they were kids. characters who start begging for their brother they haven’t seen in years to be there. characters who would usually use their parents’ names or call them mother/father/etc crying out mama when they go down. u understand.

me and my friend like to wear spider suits every thursday to motivate ourselves because thursday is our longest college day

My friends and I used to do this thing where we'd dress up on a theme and go do something totally normal.

We dressed up as pirates and went bowling.

We dressed as vikings and went to the grocery store. The security guard told us we had to move our longship because it was illegally parked.

We dressed as Romans and went to Blockbuster. The staff chanted, "toga! Toga! Toga!" at us.

We dressed up all steampunk and went to the museum. Tourists kept taking our picture.

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