It’s In My Nature To Want To Buy Anything Pink

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.

I have decided that I am incompatible with this reality. Meet me in a parallel universe.

This album is my new personality.

The main theme is just so haunting…

my magical crystal ball tells me you’re full of shit

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

hmmm i lay in bed all day and I'm very soft and cuddly..... girl I think I might be a plushie

“Under a moon waning and worn and broken, Tired with summer.”

— Sara Teasdale, from February; Rivers to the Sea: Poems, 1915