girls who can wear red lipstick casually and pull it off are the most dangerous kinds of people
I was not the girl who found wonder and magic and mystery in fairy tale movies. I was the one to find these things in the world around me. I didn’t want to be a princess. I never dreamt of the day my prince would sweep me off my feet. I never spent my days planning a fairy tale wedding. I simply just wanted to feel the world around me and find some kind of magic and mystery in my own story. In the real world. I climbed trees, and dreamt of hidden passage ways. I spent the afternoons with the earth buried beneath my finger nails and smiling at the sun. I was a flower planted in the garden which was the city I grew up in. My mind and the world and the beauty they both obtained was enough for me. I never wanted to be a princess. Just a flower. A part of my own reality.
And yet, it feels so much like being in chains at times.
This is me and it’s a struggle.
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I will reblog this every single time
I like this a lot.
Dear baby de jesus, please do not let this new birth control fuck me up.