Oh, comet, come down
Hi there, I'm Liv. I'm 15. I'm quite passionate about some stuff, which you can see on my blog. Whoop. (descriptions are awkward)
Late Spring
fly by feather, this time i'm not ready to die

Anyone ever find random glitter on themselves?

like where does this shit be coming from?

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am I a fucking fairy?

(Source: 2am-poetry)