sometimes, i really feel like such a baby when i see how evolved some people are in their self-appreciation. people are so passionate and making all this art and writing and goodness and fighting against harmful thoughts, and it’s so important.

i’ve had a pretty horrid past month in terms of leaving my house and not being a potato all the time, and i’m not exactly interested in having heroes, but that doesn’t mean i don’t look to some people with a ton of respect and warmth, and it’s like this crazy lovely soul caffeine to know that i have those feelings for people who are alive and around.

still here.

#ootd : etsy #collar, #thrift flannel and jacket, secondhand colditz shirt, #dsw flats, #pixiemarket skirt, tights.

my grandmother was born at colditz castle before it was used as a place to jail all the best allied p.o.w. escapees. somehow, it didn’t occur to the nazis that it might not be the greatest idea for them to put some of the most brilliant minds all together in one place like that? the story is actually really amazing, and i encourage everyone to go read about it. yep.