updates
currently

reading rich people problems

watching stranger things 2

listening to khalid and daniel caesar

reminders

1. you don't need to text back

2. take a break if you need it

3. stop procrastinating

4. coconut oil

other
tag me in edits and selfies at #glendowers ily :)

rosesau:

my fave part of flicker so far is when niall sings

lesbianrey:

lemonade is the best beverage in the world

🍋people from europe/australia who think sprite is lemonade DO NOT interact 🍋

heatherwitch:

🕯🍂🌙🥀🖤🥀🌙🍂🕯

May the autumn months bring you closure, understanding, and a feeling of contentment.

4a0000:

When frank ocean says “You were from my past life hope you’re doing well bruh” means a lot to me for some reason

pinkmistletoe:

pinkmistletoe:

being touchstarved makes u absolutely buckwild when someone does smth simple like .share a chair with u

like having someone touch your hand with the tips of their fingers shouldn’t feel like So Much it shouldn’t feel like your whole body is going into anaphylactic shock but here we are. here we are.

lesbianstellagibson:

when will wes anderson make the lesbian romance filled with muted pastels, delicate typography, and perfect symmetry that my heart yearns for 

endface:

you know that shit that happens where you eat a bag of assorted candy but theres one flavor in there you dont like and eventually, like, you get down to the point where its like a huge bag of just that flavor and you try your best to eat it anyway bc it feels weird to throw out?? sundays feel like a solid 24 hours of that feeling. idk why. this isnt like, an analogy. dont try and break down like how theres an equivalency bc theres not, im not drawing one, im saying there are a finite amount of vibes in the world, and sometimes the universe has to repurpose them, and “being alive on a sunday” and “possessing a whole bag of just the worst kind of candy” is a case of that

serotnin:

normalize crying in public! maybe i just wanna let out some ghibli tears in this ikea, idk u don’t know my life! catch me crying between some lamps

invite:
casual
me:
fur coats over lingerie, lip gloss, jerry hall side-swept hair, sequins, gold lamé turbans, patti hearst symbionese liberation army gear, rogue, rollerina chic, sheer harem pants, mini skirts and muscular legs, platinum records as head gear, sequins, grace jones butch realness, gloss-y skin, bleached eyebrows, slits, riding in on a white horse, sequins, sky high stilettos, mirrored aviators, metal mesh, cowl neckline halters, or eyes of laura mars chic. no flat shoes. no matte surfaces. no natural looks.

healergay:

you really gotta be a fool to say tchaikovsky wasn’t gay. the man literally fired cannons in his 1812 overture, do you really think a straight man could achieve that drama? that panache? that power? grow up