an insight to the little life of eloise.

Eloise. Old enough to understand, young enough not to care. Normal isn't a word that I relate to easily, fucking weird works better for me. People inspire me. Imagination is the closest I have to reality.

“Listen, smile, agree, and then do whatever the fuck you were gonna do anyway.”

khajiduh:

if i were famous, i’d go to a red carpet event in a fashionable tan leather dress, and when they asked me who i was wearing, i’d say ‘i don’t know her name, but she had a beautiful complexion, didn’t she?’

(via perks-of-being-an-introvert)

clumsyoctopus:

flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me

like, they all mean really generic things like “love” or “forever” or “i’m sorry” 

i thought you could combine flowers

like you could just send someone a bouquet and from the combination of hibiscus and posies and tulips they’d understand “the rebel leader is dead, rendezvous at the docks at 8, bring the dog, you will need lighter fluid and  a large tomato”

(via jim-moriarty-sends-his-love)