Drowsyscorner - A Dreamer, That’s What She Was

my goal for 2025 is small simple and clear: change my whole entire life

A little stupid, a little horny. The usual.

December. pink turtlenecks. frost-silver mornings. marzipan fruit. friend dates to the museum, afternoons spent wandering between shimmering oil paintings in gilded frames. luxuriously slow evening stretches. the scent of mulled wine and sugar roasted almonds. sparkling lip gloss. heavy shopping bags and fine mists of rain. hair oil. ballet dreams. tangerine-scented fingertips.

my brain told me you hate me btw

every day i wonder why i'm not living in a dark castle with secret passageways and rooms filled with books

Ok, hear me out...

We take a nice hot shower together then get into bed with fresh, clean sheets, and cuddle naked while listening to heavy rain on the roof and windows

death and i have been scandalously close for some time now

Her heavy hair was full of the perfume of roses and sandalwood. Beneath the languor of her heavy lids slept passionate violence. She was almost terrifyingly beautiful.

Renée Vivien, A Woman Appeared To Me