Her Soul Belongs To Words And Books. Every Time She Reads, She Is Home.

i need to put a slice of moon in my mouth like a cold fruit

—Steven Espada Dawson, from Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brothers Heart

think of me when the sky is pink

I want to swim in abandoned rivers and waterfalls, with my silk white dress.

Would you like to come over and look at the moon with me?

me @ the moon: hello my love you look gorgeous tonight

... there was no one like me and I was unlike anyone else. 'I am alone and they are everyone,' ...

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes From Underground

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.

every few months it feels like i relearn the whole entire world

ヽ(´ω｀○)ﾉ.+ﾟ*｡:ﾟ+ stabs you cutely