lumos

23. she/her. virgo.

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[eeethereaaal-deactivated2022081]

sweet tooth

[candybisous]

camrihewie

[thcartierrug]

[acatnamedbinx]

[remanence-of-love]

[petaltexturedskies]

September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can't face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951

[metamorphesque]

— The Sleeper, Edgar Allan Poe

[text ID: At midnight, in the month of June, / I stand beneath the mystic moon.]

[thcartierrug]

[woman-respecter]

no stevie nicks, i CAN’T sail through the changing ocean tides and i CAN’T handle the seasons of my life

[rosyhunny]

bad bitches hang out with their mum coz they have no friends

[feral-ballad]

Whoever first said that poetry is dead failed to provide the autopsy. If poetry is dead, what a rowdy and glorious ghost. Poetry haunts. Poetry permeates the walls we put up. Poetry startles us awake and into our own aliveness. Poetry rustles the hairs on the backs of our necks and chases us into more compassionate rooms. Though it is difficult to change a stubborn mind, poetry can change our hearts in an instant.

Andrea Gibson and Megan Falley, from How Poetry Can Change Your Heart

[picnicsgf]

ig: petaleflowerstudios  

[lumen-du-reves]

September 2021 :  master’s thesis, archival research, library mornings, and caramel coffee 🍎🍂

[autumn-ravens]

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

[underwelmed]

image stylist: milena perkins  |  image source

[bakchic]