“Many Things Interested Her, And Nothing Satisfied Her Entirely.”

therapy isn’t enough, i need tickets to the eras tour

just me, her, (the aliens) and the moon

“The moon grows out of the hills A yellow flower, The lake is a dreamy bride Who waits her hour.”

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

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

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes From Underground

“you have fallen from the moon.”

— German Plisetsky, from “The papers have been sold”; Twentieth Century Russian Poetry (ed. by Yevgeny Yevtushenko)

my heart is made of baby pink velvet

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

Christina Rossetti, from Poems and Prose; “Maiden-Song”

You really can’t put me in a box and that’s what I love most about myself.

*sips chocolate milk in a really cool, mysterious way*