Did You Cut Your Hands On Me? Are My Edges Sharp? Am I A Pest To Feed?

*goes out in the balcony to stare at the moon* hello lover

“Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.”

― Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre.”

“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”

— E.E. Cummings

those who escape from hell never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.

i’m such a soft angel girl. i literally luv being me!

my heart is made of the softest pink silk

“A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! […] She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl.”

— Anne Sexton, from “The Black Art,” published in Poetry (August 1962).

Love you to moon and saturn 🦋✨

Passed down like folk songs

The love lasts so long. 🦢🌟

“The moon grows out of the hills A yellow flower, The lake is a dreamy bride Who waits her hour.”

— Sara Teasdale, from Stresa; Rivers to the Sea: Poems, 1915

My favourite girl, in every era 💗💗💗💗

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