brielle فلور

my top 20 fav books <3

@eldianublado preciosísima

𝑏𝑦⠀ Spring⠀ ⎯ ⠀جيد 〞𖤜 🧝🏻‍♀️

@joealwyners i love them sm

JOE ALWYN AND SARAH PIDGEON ARE DATING!!

me encanta stalkearme 🤍 además de chulísima y guapísima también soy súper interesante

@therilkeanheart travis en la misma lista que trump e israel !!!! so real

THE MALEFACTORS Trump, el maldito estado genocida de Israel, E. Musk, los billonarios, el 95% de los hombres, Travis Kelce, Hudson Williams, el gobierno mexicano, la mayonesa, +30 grados de calor, el SAT, las motocicletas, las aceitunas, Charlie Manson, los petardos, el matcha.

some Emily Brontë who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen,

@angileschi te adoro

@auraeorchidea qué mona va esta chica siempre

imagine hating on me and iʼm just in my room like this

CHORUS: Brave girl. KASSANDRA: People never say that to a lucky person, do they?

how my gf finds me

virgo rising & leo venus core

@thediorcode 🌸

Pongan el emoji que quieran y les digo que canción me dan vibes.

@crimsounfangs DE MIS FAVORITAS

But there are some things I know for certain: always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck, and fall in love whenever you can. boxd.it/7dL5kd

So mastered by the brute blood of the air, Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?

—the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle, the silence of the sleeping bird—