#imifos

[bebemoon]

happy birthday, my love <3 i hope this year will bring you crushes, hope and magic spells. silver thread and a heart that glows bright and warm. will you meet me by the lake tonight? i heard foxes whisper about mermaids and a blood moon

jorina- my beloved childhood playmate- if you're there, naturally, i will be there too<3 we'll have some sweet osmanthus wine then- and a moonlit swim :* :* :* :* :* :* :* :*

[wiltedwhitelily]

saw a flower that reminded me of you 🩵

jorina, you can't just post my pictures like that, you'll dox me 😨 in all seriousness though, it looks like a promise of spring, so much hope and innocence between those petals. i hope your world is full of wildflowers today, with each stranger than the last. thank you, schat 💙🪻

[naryamirie]

in my mind we’re napping in rivendell 🤍

By the waterfall gardens, even!

[naryamirie]

happy birthday, my love 💜 i know these last couple of months have been heavy on your heart, but i hope every seed you’ve planted will sprout and blossom this year. i’m lighting a candle beneath the branches of our tree, i’ll wait for you 🕯️

thank you kindly, dove. they have been heavy and horrible indeed, but I know that these awful storms will surely nourish beauties beyond belief, if only I manage to stay faithful to the Mystery. If I manage to stay steady in my devotion to myself, to love, and to absolute, shimmering truth. Thank you for the candle, I know it will light my way 🕯️

[syrenki]

kochany motylku 🦋 since you put so much love and time into sending people songs, i thought i’d share one with you too. it‘s a song like a music box, seemingly simple but heavy with hurt, in which the singer (who has spoken publicly about having a very troubled childhood) sings about herself as her father: if i was my father i’d run with me / if i was my father i’d never beat me up. i hope it will strike a chord with you 🪻

"motylku" how sweet!!! 🩵 you're crazy for this one but i adore you for it, it feels made of cracked porcelain and unbearably unspoken somehow. there's something in this woman's voice that actually reminds me of yours, you know? i saved it to my library and i will come back to it anytime it doesn't threaten an explosion. also, i'm so excited to have discovered we share both the sun and the venus after we added each other on co-star today, wah. we share our being and our loving, some of the most foundational things. thank you for this little offering, remember to reach out to me anytime you feel like it, słoneczko!!

[naryamirie]

our tree is growing leaves and i hope your heart is too 🧡

for me, autumn is here and pulls at my hair and limbs and pulls me down to the earth (and will soon drag me through mud, I think) - but how beautiful to see your hand, and her tender branches and leaves, and! please give her a kiss, and fluff your pillows really nicely tonight. it's from me 🤍

[naryamirie]

there are so many lines in child of wax which i think you’d find beautiful and i know this is the third time this week i’m sharing some of them with you but. to see the heart in someone’s mouth when their tears turns into a silent scream? isn’t that beautiful? i hope you know we all see your heart too. i wish i was a weaver bird so i could knit a nest for your heart and hide a piece of rock crystal between the pine branches 🕊️

how beautiful it would be! I need a new nest, now more than ever. my heart threatens to come out — I could cough it up, or maybe vomit it, and then poke it with a stick and ask it why are you so strange? why didn't you let me settle for a simple, sweet happiness? why do you keep asking for more? are you sick? or maybe are you not a heart at all, but a shell from the deepest trenches of the sea that was never meant to be in a woman's chest? are you a star, lonely and feverish?

but I hope you are right. maybe it is a bird, and it hurts like this to learn to fly. maybe my wings are defective, maybe my lungs don't work and I'm unable to fly. maybe I'll fall to my death, too, but that's okay. it's okay.

[cosmic-noodle]

Gods are weird