pretty hippie: an oxymoron to my mother, but an admiration for me.
this year i'll be happy. i can take lunges toward what i believe is beautiful + illuminating. this tumblr is what i aspire to become + what i love.
i consist of: God. tea + coffee. the love of culture. glass. stone. leather. sunglasses. bare feet. sun. color. nature. beauty within the eyes of the beholder. chipped nails. wild manes. art. love. simplicity. skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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I had to search for my phone with a ruler.
I looked for it after my computer started freezing up during the first episode of Skins UK season 3.
I was running out of things to do.
There were 12 texts waiting for me, and a missed phone call from grandma.
Based on how the only text convo on my phone went, it’ll go back under the couch tomorrow.
Pissed.
I threw my phone under the couch last night.
It’s been under there ever since.
I was sick of it.
And people as well.
That’s the gist of it and I don’t know when I’ll go looking for it.
