“Basically, What We Have Here Is A Dreamer. Somebody Out Of Touch With Reality. When She Jumped, She

autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.

Confidence doesn’t need validation.

no god complex. only angel complex

“I swear by the moon I am most melancholy soft, and most outrageous sentimental.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Lamp and the Bell,” published c. 1921 (via violentwavesofemotion)

the other half of my heart, my pretty fawn, my soulmate. ⭐

Another spooky birthday with my soulmate 🦋

I'm literally their daughter.

I just want to be alone with the moon and the ocean

me: *opens messages* guess i’ll reply later narrator: she didnt

“The moon is a curving flower of gold, The sky is still and blue; The moon was made for the sky to hold, And I for you. The moon is a flower without a stem, The sky is luminous; Eternity was made for them, To-night for us.”

— Sara Teasdale, from Tonight; Love Songs: Poems, 1917

every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am

Small towns with bookstores and cafés have my heart. Autumn leaves and rainy days have my heart. Reading books and drinking coffee have my heart, and so does lighting scented candles, curling up in a cosy bed. Simply, romanticising my life.