" They Offered Me Heaven, But I Still Noddled My Head And Followed You Trought Flames. "

stop putting anyone or anything up on a pedestal (2021)

"Close your eyes", Paruyr Sevak (translated by metamorphesque)

“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

"I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart...I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly."

-Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

“Before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece, or cousin, I am my own person, and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm.” ― Elizabeth Gracely

Inside the Academia

Hi, and thank you for taking the time to read this message!

For creative, personal and work-related reasons, your resident ethereal, sparkling and chonky aesthete is relocating from Chicago to New Orleans this summer! A cross-country move is expensive, so my goal with this gofundme is to cover the costs to transport my belongings, as well as have a head start on the rent for my housing as I transition and begin to work.

Donations via via gofundme, as well as via Venmo (@iridessence), cashapp ($iridessence) or PayPal are welcome.

Thank you for considering and/or sharing!

it feels weird and sad, you know? when you have shared such giggles with someone that you know everything about them, yet do not know the reason why you fell apart. you know their rainbows, their rain, their sunny days, and their cold winter but now you're stuck in the fall and it feels like autumn is never coming back. the hands that once grooved you to soft beats do not dare to make you smile anymore. and when you read those old conversations, you bury your head in a pillow and call yourself stupid, but the heart still beats. it never stops. time moves quickly slipping out of your hands when you read their words, and you keep reading. you want time to slip letters under your door by their name and you want autumn, and you want to be that stupid again because you realize stupidity is not fun unless there's a person to prove that it's not stupid to love someone.

enigma

one day my bookshelves will be filled with penguin classics. one day.