I'm Anya. 20 year old loner in California. I like to take pictures, want to live in a museum, and collect plastic dinosaurs.  


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layzpeach:

went out to my front yard in my underwear this morning to pick dat FRESH LAVENDER!!

rainhydaisy:

My bedroom

undoingknots:

“You look healthy. 

And by that I don’t mean you look fat.

I mean your face isn’t grey any more, the circles under your eyes aren’t so dark. Your lips aren’t cracked and dry and your hair isn’t thinning and brittle. I mean you seem more focused when I talk to you, You actually look at me and listen rather than being so unable to stay still or think about anything other than your illness that your eyes dart around the room and you nod manically the whole time I’m speaking. You seem calmer, stiller, quieter. You’re easier to have a joke with and you take things on board much more than you used to.

I mean you laugh now, you’re less serious. There’s life about you, it’s in your eyes and your smile, it’s in the way you speak and even in the way you go about your daily tasks. You look healthy. You look happy. It really, really suits you.”


{recovery collage series}
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undoingknots:

the rain will come
but so will the flowers

guess who has a fucking concussion from hitting her head on a shelf?

this bitch

renaissance-art:

Caravaggio c. 1604-1605

Saint John the Baptist in the Wilderness (detail)

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