I desire magic. I wish to bathe in the milk of a nebula. Spin a web of nebulous lies around my finite being. Thread the needle of celestial nymph silk through my tangled hair each night, until I weave myself through different frames of time. I envy all that seperates me. I pray, "Until, until, until, until..."
ꕥ﴿۰﴿۰۰ musings by datiah/temptresslotus

















