my name is milisia
milisia
milisia is creaking floorboards and a kitchen that smells permanently of honey and chocolate, like hugging someone that you haven’t seen in a long time. milisia is like long plane rides, hours spent staring out at the clouds and dreaming up adventures, like handwritten letters complete with a p.s. i love you, all shades of brown and gold and warmth, milisia is the feeling when you come home and everything feels just right.













