The Actual Truth Is That I’m Loved . Like Regardless Of What I Achieve, There Are People In My Life

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

some days all you need is to sit alone watching the sunset and feeling the breeze on your skin, and your heart heals a little

Freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ You’re under arrest for being so lovely!

then you should be under arrest too! 🩷

Normalize castles, crowns, corsets, swords, ball gowns, or send me back to my kingdom.

This blog is specifically for soft, kind, loving girls who also fill with unspeakable rage and would set the world on fire

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

“White butterfly of my dark dreams,”

— Gane Todorovski, from A White Butterfly I Called My Love; Reading the Ashes: An Anthology of the Poetry of Modern Macedonia (ed. by Milne Holton & Graham W. Reid)

I feel a longing to a home I don’t even remember.

HOLA, KITTY, YA APRENDÍ A HACER PREGUNTAS. 💞💞💞💞💞💞

OMG, SALEM 💜💜💜💜💜

/abrazo.