Max Svabinsky - The Confluence of Souls | 1896 | Romanticism | National Gallery in Prague

happy, happiest seventh day of the week. carrying trinkets from the beach, i'm ready for my tiny jars of sand collection to grow. what a shame i couldn't catch a ray or two. promised declutter-ing has been done, and if you're here— i hope you will stick around.

be kind, despite it all

so my plan is to love you. / love me to the point you want to destroy the world for me.

oh.. by garlicbunny

as expected, (dah)lia going mia is a reoccurring thing. people say, "go outside and touch some grass." made a mistake of taking it literally, and now the healing energy is flowing through me. sincerely, i hope everyone made it with a sigh of relief to the end of this week.

look at us, / two wallflowers. open.spotify.com/track/5Dw0NT5E…

the past mistakes, the winds of current. a heart on a sleeve that basks in affection, shying away from hurt. collapsed dreams and future ambitions. one step closer, two steps back. engraved with memories, to record the new segments. the love itself, the love herself.

fairycore

as a fairy, consider yourself adopted and one of us by now. the magical energy is in the air as soon as you step into the room. 🧚‍♀️

Human are so beautiful in their own ways.

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hello, it's been a while. with the new month, i am trying to turn over a new leaf after taking a much needed break for the sake of both physical and mental health. hopefully, my absence can be forgiven as i tend to replies and messages; may september be kinder to all of us. 💐

if i cry, then what? i adore each and every single one of you, come and get a fairy wish granted.

"love can't be easy", yet it is with allowance of what's tender seeping through every word. each action noticed and gestures spotted among the swirl of endless days. in fact, there is nothing easier than to love with heart wide open and fears forgotten.

call me by my full name to abandon how it reverberated before the timbre of your voice resonated with cascading letters, sipping on the comfort of what's been of me, of what you have rechristened; a karmic connection of lifetimes captured under one's breath.

i used to be scared, begging for answers or truths I could hold / but trust me, it's moments like this that remind me there's no need to know. open.spotify.com/track/1zQC1ASD…