“The Moon Is A Curving Flower Of Gold, The Sky Is Still And Blue; The Moon Was Made For The Sky To

those who escape from hell never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.

“Despite it all, she blossomed anyway.”

— iammyss

“With her white hair and her white dress she was so white that she looked silver.”

— Sylvia Plath

“Under a moon waning and worn and broken, Tired with summer.”

— Sara Teasdale, from February; Rivers to the Sea: Poems, 1915

Love you to moon and saturn 🦋✨

Passed down like folk songs

The love lasts so long. 🦢🌟

This blog is specifically for soft, kind, loving girls who also fill with unspeakable rage and would set the world on fire

Golden hour at sea | rimearodaky

in bed, showered, lotioned, perfumed and smelling like a whole birthday cake 🎂

You really can’t put me in a box and that’s what I love most about myself.

she loves classical music, poetry, makeup, sweet scents, baking, pink roses, the moon, skin care, macarons and cats