Villanelle + favorite pants looks
I feel like a teenager again. Refusing to go to sleep og scrolling Tumblr mindlessly. Oh, and of course the sadness.
all I want is to smell like a roman centurion, who’s coming across an old foe, who in battle, once hurt him greatly. oh, and since then, the roman centurion has become emperor, and is now powerful beyond measure. is that too much to ask?
it’s hard to remember that u have no obligation in life other than to be kind and give love. like. you were not put on this earth to work a part time job or get a degree or have a fancy career. you were put on this earth to smile and make other people smile, to spread happiness. your reason for living doesn’t have to go any deeper than ‘living’. just breathe. make friends with a plant. drink your water. i fucking love you.
