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Girlrotting - Blog Posts
whys it always “why does my daughter hate me” and never “what did i do to make my daughter hate me”
some of my falsies!!
ohh to have natural renaissance ringlets…
too young to know it gets better - taylor
girls when nothing gets better
girlbloggers are just angels disguised as humans
that overwhelming wave of regret you get at 8pm on a sunday …
ovulation week
currently embracing my inner unicorn
lana how i hate those guys.. 𝝑୧
id much rather sleep away my whole life
The path to womanhood is made with blood, bones and flesh. So please don't mind, if that makes me want to murder sometimes.
we all look for heaven and we put love first ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆
Real
Girl activities
biting your nails
wondering how many bodies are hidden in your hometowns hills and forests
laying naked in bed tracing your scars
daydreaming about your future
pretending to look mysterious and read in front of your cafe crush
wondering what you would look like 50 lbs lighter than trying to decide if you want to relapse or not
brushing your hair with vintage silver hair brushes than wondering who all the women were who brushed their hair with it before you
writing poetry at 4 am
falling in love with your best friend
cleaning your room on a sunday
picking at your skin in the mirror till your whole face is red and swollen
daydreaming about bleaching your hair
cuddling your dog
remembering your dreams while sitting on the shower floor
watching movies, reading books, and watching shows, pondering the stories and characters and fantisizing about your life being like those stories
specifically a sofia coppola one ౨ৎ
okay everyone… i have decided i’m temporarily over my sophia coppala coquette girl blogger era. stay tuned for the 2014 top kylie jenner posts
it’s true what’s been said
“when you know, you know”
for those who ask the question,
certainly do not “know”
for me it’s,
found
absolute
and full
maybe that resonates with some who “know” because if I know anything,
it is that I simply “know”
10 years,
do i have to worry
i considered leaving for a guy that hates money
men have the same existential crisis’ & realizations at 35 that i had when i was 5 sitting on my porch with melting ice cream & watching bugs crawl around
୨ৎ ⋆.˚
𝑰’𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆
⋆. 𐙚 ˚
