An exquisite shrub of greenery.

theadventurechild:
Jungle/tropical blog
『dreaming of paradise』

"You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you."

colors. (via versteur)

misswallflower:

“Eat Your Heart Out” is a series of words remembered from break-ups reimagined as something sweet.
by Isabella Giancarlo

parksanrec:

I’m the guy from the lady and the tramp who gives stray dogs pasta and stands in an alleyway playing an accordion for them

dedalvs:

Ummm
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"Suppose, for instance, that men were only represented in literature as the lovers of women, and were never the friends of men, soldiers, thinkers, dreamers; how few parts in the plays of Shakespeare could be allotted to them; how literature would suffer! We might perhaps have most of Othello; and a good deal of Antony; but no Caesar, no Brutus, no Hamlet, no Lear, no Jaques –literature would be incredibly impoverished, as indeed literature is impoverished beyond our counting by the doors that have been shut upon women."

Virginia Woolf (A Room of One’s Own)

I'm Kayla. I'm twenty-one, and that's really it.