I don’t like the term “self care” bc its so removed from my personal experiences. When I buy soap or take luxurious baths or buy a new sweater or indulge in literally anything the only thing im doing is pretending to be the rich old lady from aristocats
i still can’t believe it’s already fucking november like october literally felt like it lasted 4 minutes where has this year gone why is the progression of time so mind boggling to me what the fuck
As much as I love all that Vincent van Gogh starry night print clothing, I wish there were more hip Artemisia Gentileschi merch. Where’s my Judith Slaying Holofernes print skater skirts? I wanna wear a baroque painting of a man getting beheaded on my body
love galore 