This Blog Is Specifically For Soft, Kind, Loving Girls Who Also Fill With Unspeakable Rage And Would

in bed, showered, lotioned, perfumed and smelling like a whole birthday cake 🎂

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

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

The feminine urge to become an ethereal being not bound by the rules of this world

the other half of my heart, my pretty fawn, my soulmate. ⭐

Another spooky birthday with my soulmate 🦋

I want my cup of heaven

My favourite girl, in every era 💗💗💗💗

My favorite partner in crime, in e v e r y era. 🩷🩵

“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.

“your skin smells like light. i think you are the moon.”

— nayyirah waheed 

those who escape from hell never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that.

she loves classical music, poetry, makeup, sweet scents, baking, pink roses, the moon, skin care, macarons and cats