She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving itself.
Italy - 23 - cinéphile - V pour Vintage - fleurs - maquillage - musique - délicatesse et soupirs.
There are no words to describe this photo ‘cause every definition would be like ‘a bad translation to a foreign film’.
I’ve been feeling pretty small,
sometimes feel like I’m slipping down walls
and every line I ever get a hold it seems to break.
The way your hair curls in the rain,
the little lines that write your face
or the winter nights you’d come and stay.
I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them.