maidmer:

HUGE STONE AND CRYSTAL GIVE AWAY!

I’ve decided to give these lovely stones/crystals away to one lucky winner who will be randomly selected by February 18!!

There are only TWO rules:

1. You must be following maidmer.tumblr.com

2. You must reblog this post

You will receive everything you see in these pictures and a manual guide of what each rock/crystal is! So here is your chance to get your hands on earths lovely creations!

I just wanted to keep it short sweet and simple, good luck!

rosefire:

gaywitch-practisingabortion:

situationalstudent:

purplespacecats:

professorbutterscotch:

kiskolee:

THIS.

I have never thought about it in this context

that’s actually really, really creepy.

I… fuck.

Yeah, basically.

I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages. 

There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.

If you are following this blog:

You should follow the one I actually post on instead:

silverdove.tumblr.com

xx

romanticnaturalism:

Happy birthday to the legendary, Vivienne Westwood! (April 8th)

“If you ask me what I think people should be getting next season.  I’ll tell you what I’d like them to buy - nothing. I’d like people to stop buying and buying and buying. There’s this idea that somehow you’ve got to keep changing things, and as often as possible. Maybe if people just decided not to buy anything for a while, they’d get a chance to think about what they wanted; what they really liked.” -Vivienne Westwood

"We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t
grow on trees, like in the old days. So where
does one find love? When you’re sixteen it’s easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses. There’s the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we
shouldn’t be doing this kiss. The but your lips
taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you’d quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. The I know
your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get
older, kisses become scarce. You’ll be driving
home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road,
with its purple thumb out. If you
were younger, you’d pull over, slide open the mouth’s
red door just to see how it fits. Oh where
does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.
Now what? Don’t invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. It’ll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don’t water the kiss with whiskey.
It’ll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,
but in the morning it’ll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye,
and you’ll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. Place it on the tongue’s pillow,
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones"

The Archipelago of Kisses, Jeffrey McDaniel

I enjoy solitude, and I’ve been fighting against this undeniable truth for most of my life. Because most people seem to think that being alone indicates friendlessness, unloveableness, indicates that being alone is synonymous with being lonely.

Yesterday I spoke with someone who has been to every continent, traveled the length of the Amazon, crosses the Sahara, and hitchhiked from Shanghai to Berlin…alone. Because, as he put it, with a traveling companion, “you have to worry about the other person being hungry and tired when you’re full and rested.”

“But do you ever get lonely?” I asked.

“No - it’s just not in my nature.”

And that’s when I realized that it’s not in my nature either. There’s no shame in the fact that I like to spend time with myself. It doesn’t make me less likable, less sociable, or less of an extrovert. In truth, I measure my relationships by the quality - not the quantity - of the time I spend with those I love.

This is just another one of the maturity-related epiphanies I’ve had in recent months; more proof that I’m ready to leave high school and all of its connotations behind and start actually living the life I’ve always hoped I would.

Here are some things that will never fail to lift my spirits:

The piles of pretty, frilly, unadulteratedly feminine pastel underwear in my closet.

Burning patchouli incense in my little lotus shaped holder.

Riding my shiny blue bike slightly downhill.

Lula Magazine.

Taking a shower and washing all my cares down the drain.

White bed linens.

19th century period dramas based on my favorite literary works.

Mint anything.

I’m quite a simple girl, honestly. Little things, little things, little things. Joy is in the details.

Purpose purpose purpose driven life

Things I just bought instead of food that will make me just as happy an not as fat:
- One (1) package of patchouli incense
- One (1) new incense holder in the shape of a purple lotus because my poor blue lizard holder shattered yesterday
- Two (2) bottles of NeuroTrim, because I cannot resist something that promises to make me thin AND has sexy packaging
- One (1) giant box of yerba mate

Tomorrow I will walk around in a patchouli scented cloud of mate, NeuroTrim, and exercise-induced bliss. I will fall asleep at a reasonable hour. I will catch up on my gap year preparation. I will bike everywhere. I will clean my room. I will practice my ukelele. And I will pull myself out of this self-indulgent funk I am in and concentrate on improving the lives of those around me. T - 24 days until I change my life forever; it’s time to start making my last days as this version of myself mean something once again.