I really don't want my description to stay as, "I'm Lindsay." That's bland. I don't want your first impression of me to be bland. I don't want to give off anything less than an interesting vibe. Ugh. Oh well. Hi, I'm Lindsay.




Picking vegetables at the Eden Project - St Blazey, Cornwall, England by franieK


Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (via observando)

This is my birthday cake that my mom made for me. How perfect is it


this is immensely pretty

You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.

Augusten Burroughs  (via re-examine)

pressed flowers

Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.

John Mayer (via typical-boyband)