don’t worry ‘bout it.
I wear dresses from the fifties and I like punk rock. I choose to spend my time creating art, baking gluten-free treats, and making music. I live on a cattle ranch. I like airports, old photos, and the smell of Oregon.
I would very much like to be your friend.
don’t worry ‘bout it.
Dreamy vintage engagement rings… oh my.
Egon Schiele - Embracing Couple
1911
(Source: danny-esc, via sobrietytest)
A good bathroom is so important.
(via oxblood)
I’m here now where you were.
The summer grass under my palms is your hair.
Your taste is the living air.
I lie on my back. Two juggling butterflies are your smile.
The heathery breath of the moor’s simply your smell.
Your name sounds on the coded voice of the bell.
I’ll go nowhere you’ve not.
The bleached dip in a creature’s bone’s your throat.
That high lark, whatever it was you thought.
And this ridged stone your hand in mine,
and the curve of the turning earth your spine,
and the swooning bees besotted with flowers your tune.
I get up and walk. The dozing hillside is your dreaming head.
The cobblestones are every word you said.
The grave I knelt beside, only your bed.
(Source: pushthemovement, via oxblood)