How Come Knots Always Loosen?

A garota dos olhos dourados cruzava a casa distraidamente em direção à pequena mas densa biblioteca. Ali, sentia os livros a observarem intensamente, curiosos. Sabiam que ela não estava presente, que após a tarde com Sr. Richard ela navegava em outro mundo, ávida por respostas. Seu barco não era mais que uma canoa, mas sua velocidade era como a de um grande navio. E esperava naqueles livros um compasso para se direcionar.

Porto in the morning

Androgynous Fox Clothing | Swift Fox Button Up

B . L . O . O . M

i accidentaly deleted the photoshop file with the coloring of this drawing & only have this low res completely butchered png lol but here have it anyways. i don’t have the strenght to color it anew :’)

Don’t repost (reblog ok). Don’t pin to pinterest, don’t post to wattpad/twitter/instagram/facebook or anywhere else.

chrysanthemum aesthetic

today i read a thing about anxiety being your illusion of control over something you couldn't possibly control. it made me cry, but not because I could relate

it was because it reminded me that I don't have control and that fucking terrifies me

and because it reminded me that maybe if I was a little bit less like me, maybe I could have a bit more of that control