I shivered when I wrote it she shivered when she read what ghost is this that follows words into my lover’s head?

Some of my favorite screenshots of the week. Drop a 🖤 if this set resonates with you xx

Do not dream to change your past, dream instead to remember those lessons learned and find the courage to change your future.

Finish this line in the comments: "She was everything real in a world of make believe..." I'll be reading xx

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She was like that smell of a campfire burning in the distance warming you from far away.

Eight years ago, Love Her Wild was released into the world— and somehow, it found its way into yours. The first 10 people to order an unsigned copy will receive a signed copy. Shop now: l8r.it/tts5

Vellichor means "the strange wistfulness of used bookshops". and it makes me smile to think that such a word was thought important enough to exist.

Keep your head up, he said, you are a lion, don’t forget that and neither will the sheep.

She didn’t want love, she wanted to be loved— and that was entirely different. Sometimes it’s not about the grand gestures it’s about being seen, chosen, held in the quiet spaces where we don’t have to earn it. A page out of Love Her Wild: l8r.it/FymU

To love is to feel the warmth of the sun and the chill of the wind all at once— it’s a grand and miraculous shiver down your spine.

When the world feels uncertain, take care of the one thing you can hold— yourself. Swipe through for poems on self-protection, softness, and the strength it takes to stay tender. You are worth the care. xx Atticus

I race to fall asleep with you to meet you in the morning a little more in love each day.

A little screenshot dump 🖤 Which one is your favorite?

Finish this line in the comments: I am the storm and the calm before as well ⛈

The prettiest girls shine brightest in the dark.

She was forever a work in progress a painting in the making and every year gone by was a brushstroke— another wrinkle, another scar a reflection of her long-battled journey— and though she would never be finished she was in all ways perfect now. l8r.it/l1bX

She was my muse. an endless fountain of beautiful colors and words— and all she ever did was exist as so effortlessly herself.

Stay wild, always 🖤 The embroidered ribbed tank — made for late summer adventures, soft rebellions, and hearts that don’t like to be tamed. Limited run. Now live: l8r.it/Tbtc xx Atticus

Arguably the most romantic gesture 🖤