me @ the moon: hello my love you look gorgeous tonight
those who escape from hell never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.
my magical crystal ball tells me you’re full of shit
Anyone else have a deep and boundless love for the ocean and moon
You really can’t put me in a box and that’s what I love most about myself.
For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
HUGE shout out to purple for being the only color that has like no losers. Deep purple royal purple bluish purple redish purple pastel purple dusty purple lavender periwinkle violet like. Banger after banger after banger!!
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.
every shade of pink is so phenomenal
taylor literally started her tour announcement post off with “i’m enchanted to…” bestie drop speak now (tv) rn we are DONE playing games
therapy isn’t enough, i need tickets to the eras tour
I want to swim in abandoned rivers and waterfalls, with my silk white dress.
the other half of my heart, my pretty fawn, my soulmate. ⭐
Another spooky birthday with my soulmate 🦋
Reblog if you’re the family witch
I love you. /crying
i love you purple i love you lavender i love you lilac i love you wisteria i love you violet i love you mauve i love you periwinkle i love you amethyst i love you
“you have fallen from the moon.”
— German Plisetsky, from “The papers have been sold”; Twentieth Century Russian Poetry (ed. by Yevgeny Yevtushenko)
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mutuals im giving u hand cream
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in bed, showered, lotioned, perfumed and smelling like a whole birthday cake 🎂
be careful who you give your sunsets and midnights to
The moon just knows she’s gorgeous
That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….
Yeah, okay , cool
But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?
Small towns with bookstores and cafés have my heart. Autumn leaves and rainy days have my heart. Reading books and drinking coffee have my heart, and so does lighting scented candles, curling up in a cosy bed. Simply, romanticising my life.
i’m such a soft angel girl. i literally luv being me!
This blog is specifically for soft, kind, loving girls who also fill with unspeakable rage and would set the world on fire
“Her brown eyes were untranslatable…She was made entirely of a sweetness bordering on tears.”
— Clarice Lispector, from “The Servant”, Complete Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)