*goes Out In The Balcony To Stare At The Moon* Hello Lover

“A taste of you slipped into me like moonlight in a locked church.”

— Janet Lees, ‘Reconsecrated’. Published in The Missing Slate.

“Falling in love with a God is not a death sentence. The story is only a tragedy if the God loves you back.”

— Nathaniel Orion G. K.

my interests: princess treatment, anything baby pink, plushies, lacey socks, barbie movies, strawberries, sparkly lip gloss, fluffy angel wings, smelling like cupcakes, doll lashes & hello kitty ❤︎₊ ⊹

autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.

“It was a fine night early in April. A myriad stars mingling with the light of a sickle moon,”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Orlando: A Biography,”

not to brag but what if i told you i'm a mastermind

God we love a good milky pink nail color don’t we babes

Small towns with bookstores and cafés have my heart. Autumn leaves and rainy days have my heart. Reading books and drinking coffee have my heart, and so does lighting scented candles, curling up in a cosy bed. Simply, romanticising my life.

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.