Status Updates From Colegiala

holy internalized misogyny

Existential crisis incoming

omg

And the evening haze is pink. See how the rays from the setting sun melt and blur into the haze, which is why it takes on such a soft pink glow. The pink haze drifts & sways amongst the grove of trees, trailing above the road and caressing the meadow, before gently enveloping my body (..) and then lightly embraces me.
This was so beautiful it said everything i always failed to describe while looking at sunsets