The Feminine Urge To Become An Ethereal Being Not Bound By The Rules Of This World

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.

“are you okay” no i’m fairy stuck in a human body

This album is my new personality.

think of me when the sky is pink

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”

— Allen Ginsberg

Normalize castles, crowns, corsets, swords, ball gowns, or send me back to my kingdom.

“The moon knows, and the trees.”

— George MacDonald, from “The Haunted House, This Must Be The Very Night” (via niimph)

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

i cant make any posts the moon is way too bright and its distracting me

*chugs a gallon of strawberry milk*