My Lovely.

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.

“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”

— Ivan Turgenev 

She's my everything.

I always knew that the love of my life was not a man, my eternal love is obviously my best friend.

☁️

af·ter·glow

/ˈaftərˌɡlō/

noun the color left in the sky after the sun has set or good feelings that remain after a successful or pleasurable experience.

“are you okay” no i’m fairy stuck in a human body

My Dorothea. 🩷

It's great to have hobbies and particular tastes, but sharing them with your best friend feels 🦋✨🦋✨🦋✨🦋✨🦋✨

i look normal but deep down i think about love and the moon a lot

i want nothing more in this life than to look at the moon with my lover while i quietly recite my favorite poems to them

ok but my dna test said i'm an angel

me: *opens messages* guess i’ll reply later narrator: she didnt