Birthstone of the Libra, white, black, and green opals. By Mason Smith at Planet 3.
Thinking in the heads of others is a poor practice. The room stank of monogamy gone sour. Seeking out something familiar in strange males, hoping for the best and banking on the worst.
You’ll like me right now, because I’m looking for someone to run me over. I’m compliant and submissive, until the winds change.
// femalia//
To be a girl is to be the rope of a thousand tug of war tournaments, to feel with every fiber of your being each plucking of someone else’s heartstrings.
// If you could just do that little thing they call “practicing what you preach.”//
How bout some consistency; where my fellow Libras in the house?
(Source: transparentals, via qodless)
[And if the earthly should forget you,
say to the silent loam: I flow.]
To the rushing water speak: I am.
(Source: glamslam, via booksexual)
(via elf-of-lorien)
Tell me, what does it feel like?24. Vegan. Aspiring yogin. Writer. Heathen.
Georgia Peach.