“Thank you for the walks under the moon.”
— Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Robert Chandler, from “I’m Glad Your Sickness,”
I want to swim in abandoned rivers and waterfalls, with my silk white dress.
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.
every few months it feels like i relearn the whole entire world
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my heart is made of baby pink velvet
what is wrong with being a bimbo? being pretty and not thinking?? seems ideal