I'm Her Secret She Keeps Hidden And She Is My Story That I Want To Tell

I taste the moon on your lips

Feel the stars in your teeth

Hear the howl of the wind in your voice when you wisper

See galaxies in your eyes

Savour the silk of your skin

Sense the frost on your breath

And know you're all the wonders come together.

dark academia / autumn

• lighting a scented candle & reading curled up in an armchair

• browsing the bookshelves at your favourite library while the rain is knocking on the windows

• making a hearty butternut squash soup & baking an apple pie for dessert

• drinking vanilla tea while being wrapped up in a cozy blanket

• reading russian classics as the fresh autumn air is blowing in from the open window

• taking a long walk after it has rained, smelling the air rich in oxygen, watching the leaves in autumn colours fall & listening to them crunching at each step

• having a warm hot chocolate & leaving a stain of your burgundy lipstick on the edge of the cup

• wearing your favourite turtlenecks & oversized sweaters under a long wool coat

• visiting a museum with your secret lover, holding hands and enjoying the art in the silence of the old galleries

• sitting in a small café, drinking warm coffee & looking outside at the pouring rain, pulling the sleeves of your knit to protect your palms from the hot cup

• listening to dark, romantic classical music as you sit in front of the fireplace, watching the flames dance & crackle

• writing letters & poetry onto thick, cream paper, black ink staining your fingertips as you feverishly try to find the right words & expressions

• taking a bite of bitter yet sweet dark chocolate & a sip of high tannin red wine as you read plays aloud with friends, cooped up inside while it is storming

Want to buy beautiful hard copies of my favorite books, annotate the shit out of it, fill it with sticky notes and letter and then give it to that one person.

i hate finishing books after getting so emotionally invested in characters because they feel like real people and like they’re my friends but then the series ends and suddenly they’re gone and it’s like the worst goodbye

Some top tier Maven tweets for your enjoyment:

Stages of tea 1. Rapid-tiny-sip hot 2. Optimum temp 3. “Down it” lukewarm 4. Just-too-late cold 5. Accidental yesterday’s tea horror sip

Victoria Aveyard writing War Storm:

queenstrial but gay ✨

requested by @/yuerthedoor on instagram <3

Why haven't i been told about emily dickinson sooner??? you mean to tell me i went all this time without knowing about the poet who literally wrote love poems to her sappic love?? how? is this story not famous? have i just completely missed it. well no longer, from this point on there will be much more emily dickinson in my life

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