I Look At Myself And I'm Like I Am So Pretty, Like Wow I'm A Doll, An Angel. Crafted By Venus Herself.

“Everything is change, he said, and everything is connected. Also everything returns, but what returns is not what went away.”

— Louise Gluck, from “Denial of Death” featured in Winter Recipes from the Collective: Poems

“늦게 피는 꽃은 있어도 피지 않는 꽃은 없다.”

— There may be late bloomers but there are no flowers that don’t bloom.

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.

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it’s just me and my beautiful brown eyes

She’s like warm days, sunshine, honey and love.

Florence and the Machine, from Mother

My favourite girl, in every era 💗💗💗💗

My favorite partner in crime, in e v e r y era. 🩷🩵

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

forever that girl that gets really excited when the sky is in pretty colours