This Is So Me.

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

— Ivan Turgenev 

I'm not a girl, I'm a doll

dear moon,

let me find home in a bed of roses let me see stars in a cup of milk let my rabbit heart rest

I love you pre-Autumn. I love you first chilly night after a hot day. I love you first crunchy leaves on the ground while the trees are still green. I love you cicadas. I love you crickets. I love you dusk sneaking in earlier for the first time. I love you deep sigh of relief after summer.

“I dreamed of the moon and the sun. I dreamed much and more. I remember being afraid that they had to live one without the other.”

— “Désirs du Soleil”, Flâneur, 2017

Especially simping for the moon.

life is crying, reading books, drinking coffee, listening to like 2 songs, yearning, simping for the moon and then you die

it’s in my nature to want to buy anything pink

mutuals im giving u hand cream

🧴

Whatever. *disappears into the fog on my ship never to be heard of again except in legend*