In Every Lifetime, Every Universe, My Soul Will Be Drawn To Yours.

no sorry i dont really use instagram, i can contact you via ouija board, spirit box, fluctuations in temperature, flickering lights, and certain rituals. i am also on tumblr.

I was sixteen when a boy told me- “I’ll cross oceans for you and scream your name from rooftops.” I felt like I finally got a hold of love , nuzzling its scent on my fingertips.

Years in the periphery, we lost sight of eachother or maybe there weren't many rooftops left to shout my name from.

Today, at the dinner table, I saw my husband deliberately taking small bites from his burger while everybody else was hustling to leave the table. I realised I still hadn’t finished my meal. While I cut my steak , his presence loomed beside me- the most blissful silence I have ever been in , the slowest passage of time.

Maybe, love doesn't come from people who can bind the moon to your arms. It is someone who can let go of a few minutes to sit by your side , in a world that doesn't wait.

African daisy

@coconutsandchlorine

16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

I am not meant for casual love. I was born for soul consuming love and obsession.