René Lalique, Brooch dancing nymphs in a frame of bats, circa 1902-1903.
© Studio Paquebot - Collection Shai et Shuxiu Lin Bandmann.
in a gothic cathedral
lying in bed, listening to summer rain
a hot bubble bath on a wintery day
a bookstore or a library
pine forest, neck craned upwards at trees against the sky
natural history museum
sunrise from a hilltop, with only the birds for company
near a crackling fireplace with a good book and a teacup
in the grass at sunset, watching the clouds and the butterflies
riding a bike down unknown roads and getting lost
not me going to look for maps in my house just because of this
Afternoon and my obsession for maps (check)
pembroke college looks good during golden hour
if you were a form of art, darling
i bet you would be a poem
one that sets aflame a beau's heart
one that makes you flush to the skin
one as enchanting as your eyes
one as vulnerable as our hearts
and the one that i would recite and secure between pages
pressed against wildflowers
— ava
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