“I Tell Myself I Am Searching For Something. But More And More, It Feels Like I Am Wandering, Waiting

that urge to climb the rooftop of ur house. where does it come from.

Reblog this if you’re pro-receiving a brown paper package containing one (1) handwritten love letter, a small jar of strawberry jam from the farmers market, and a smattering of pressed flowers.

Pistol compact with powder, rouge, and bullet-shaped lipstick, Circa 1920.

late 19th century perfume bottles

Let’s go back to addressing each other by second name, so we can experience the unbearable intimacy of calling out our beloved’s first name when great distress momentarily makes us lose our restraint.