“Under a moon waning and worn and broken, Tired with summer.”
— Sara Teasdale, from February; Rivers to the Sea: Poems, 1915
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 ❤︎₊ ⊹
I love you pre-Autumn. I love you first chilly night after a hot day. I love you first crunchy leaves on the ground while the trees are still green. I love you cicadas. I love you crickets. I love you dusk sneaking in earlier for the first time. I love you deep sigh of relief after summer.
if i were a dessert i would definitely be angel food cake. soft, sweet n fluffy! 🍰
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
“Thank you for the walks under the moon.”
— Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Robert Chandler, from “I’m Glad Your Sickness,”
sad that I’m not living in an enchanted forest
"Oh, you're crying?! You're fucking crying, you fucking bitch? You're the one who's hurt? You're the most self-centered, idiotic person I have ever fucking met... You fuck my ex, and you're fucking crying?! Are you fucking kidding me?!". ⸺Maddy Pérez.
my heart is made of the softest pink silk
... there was no one like me and I was unlike anyone else. 'I am alone and they are everyone,' ...
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes From Underground