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happy valentine’s day 🎀
i went on a walk today with my sister, she ditched her bf to come with me & the corner shop bloke thought we were a couple lol
when i say i like older men, i don’t mean “dom daddies” but pathetic, workaholic, emotionally distant, depressed, repressed freaks who’ll get embarrassed to be seen out with me in public bc i’m so visibly younger than him
Just a girl🪽🌷
Oh to be in a silk nightgown in front of a vanity, removing my makeup while my partner lies on bed watching me.
Me when older men
I hate it when an older guy is like ‘you’re too young for me!!’. Like the age gap is when i like you silly!! 𐙚⋆。𖦹°⭒˚。⋆
It grows with us; I think it is never truly lost or taken away. I think it is through experiences that we truly come to understand and appreciate our innocence and purity. Life is a journey to return or rather remove the layers within oneself that deny, push or cover the higher truth of our purest form. Innocence is not the lack of corruption nor its absence, it is the experience of that innocence despite the wounds. It is the tenderness, the moments of reprieve in spite of the hardships faced. It is not naive; innocence is knowing, it is aware. It is a state of awareness and through life we learn to appreciate our innocence amongst all the difficulties. "How can we truly appreciate the warmth...without having not experienced the harsh bite of the freezing cold? Or how can we appreciate the cool...without having not experienced the sweltering heat?" ~Elunara W. Inner monologue about Innocence and the apparent "loss" of it.