ya! i have an esty here: http://www.etsy.com/shop/200daisies

I don’t have the american flag shorts up yet but once i get more photos of the ones i’ve made they’ll be up and ready to order, other than that anyone can order them via messages here on tumblr! My other shorts are 35.00, i’m charging 40.00 for the RW&Blue shorts. 

I opened the front door for him to leave and into the rain I whispered “au revoir” and the rain whispered back “a bientôt”

sometimes Im just really not in the mood for someone to like me and it gives me anxiety thinking that being around them will heighten their feelings and I just CAN’T OK too much

guys anyone who watches The Voice you know Warren I just wanna make it public that I think he’s the biggest babe and he belongs with me because he’s got the sleepiest eyes

It’s strange how you can be with someone and when you lose them, a few months later they just don’t stir anything inside of you. You don’t feel any love or any pain and you barely even remember the period they were in your life. You never had them. They never had you. You just know the things that makes this person angry, and they know what makes you cry. Other than that you’re just strangers. So familiar its foreign.

i don’t smoke but if i did it would be to Purity Ring and Purity Ring only

It’s called “Snow Angel” by Mike Patton. If you look up the soundtrack to The Place Beyond the Pines he created almost all of the music for it. But anyway, that song has a 10 minute version which I just put on a constant loop basically! So I’d look for that.

someone take a barefooted night walk with me and when we get back we can rinse off our dirty feet with the hose and climb into my bed (i promise the sheets are cold, all the fans are on and you won’t see a thing except for what you feel) and you can tuck a wildflower behind my ear that you picked up along the way, and i’ll read your palm and you can write me letters on my back with your finger tips and we’ll just fall asleep and it doesn’t need to be anything more than that

You can’t tell the sleepy queen to wake up. Sorry, but I have to disagree with you. We all have our own opinions. I’ll be sleeping while you preach yours ok, I was speaking my part and you don’t have to agree much at all. We all run our lives differently. ZzzzZzZzz

i want every single dress from free people god dammit why can’t i afford life

I’ve been writing a lot more to myself, lately. I’ve been keeping a lot of my thoughts in journals and on random receipts and pages of things I could find that are tucked into it’s pages. I’ve been so private lately, for the most part. I don’t know, I’m going through a really passionate stage of just spending time with myself, nourishing myself and learning and exploring myself. And it’s vivid, and it’s terrifying and it’s everything. I’m thinking of compiling a lot of things I’ve written the past few months in quiet into some sort of a book. I don’t like the word book, because to me that word symbolizes some sort of organization of thoughts. Some sort of story that begins somewhere and maybe lets off somewhere else. But my thoughts and my writings aren’t like that. They’ll drop you right in the middle of a page and then there’s a new beginning a few pages later. It’s so scattered and all over the place but it’s sort of just a calm in the chaos type of thing. So, with that I don’t know what much else I can say, I am sorry you miss me that way though it makes me all warm n mushy to know that people do. But, maybe, I’ll publish something that no one’s gotten their hands on or their hearts on but me, and you can get it for yourself to hold and read things that are so stranger to you that it’ll have been worth all of that missing. Missing is such a good thing. Isn’t it nice to miss things?