“White butterfly of my dark dreams,”
— Gane Todorovski, from A White Butterfly I Called My Love; Reading the Ashes: An Anthology of the Poetry of Modern Macedonia (ed. by Milne Holton & Graham W. Reid)
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
pink pink pink pink pink pink
every few months it feels like i relearn the whole entire world
Me @ everyone: look at the moon
Always dreaming of being a fairy with the prettiest wings and wildflowers twisted into my hair.
The moon just knows she’s gorgeous
I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.
the actual truth is that i’m loved . like regardless of what i achieve, there are people in my life that see my heart. that’s where fortune is. being seen and being loved. so i am rich in this way.