She’s Like Warm Days, Sunshine, Honey And Love.

"you're so self centered" well duh im so pretty….like who else am i supposed to be centred on??

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

ヽ(´ω｀○)ﾉ.+ﾟ*｡:ﾟ+ stabs you cutely

don't ever come between a girl and her favourite band

*chugs a gallon of strawberry milk*

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

Especially simping for the moon.

life is crying, reading books, drinking coffee, listening to like 2 songs, yearning, simping for the moon and then you die

“Her brown eyes were untranslatable…She was made entirely of a sweetness bordering on tears.”

— Clarice Lispector, from “The Servant”, Complete Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)

“With her white hair and her white dress she was so white that she looked silver.”

— Sylvia Plath

the moon controlling the tides sounds like something out of a fantasy novel and yet…there she is…doing That…every day…