Sad That I’m Not Living In An Enchanted Forest

The feminine urge to become an ethereal being not bound by the rules of this world

Let’s have a picnic in the sun with champagne and raspberries

the moon knows.

The feminine urge to put on a silk gown and descend slowly into a lake of black water under the full moon

my five year plan? read a lot of books. visit museums. walk through woods. stand in a river. adopt a little kitty. drink lemonade while sitting in a rocking chair on my porch.

“For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns.”

— Aleister Crowley, La Gitana   (via lavandula)

Golden hour at sea | rimearodaky

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; August 8th 1952

Asako Eguchi

my interests: princess treatment, anything baby pink, plushies, lacey socks, barbie movies, strawberries, sparkly lip gloss, fluffy angel wings, smelling like cupcakes, doll lashes & hello kitty ❤︎₊ ⊹