She’s been achieving things in silence.

The windows to her soul, quietly harboring galaxies and untold stories, vast & far beyond their own existence.

You can't rush perfection, they'll call us when we are ready.

When everything we are is bleeding but we can't let go.

In the mood to go missing without explanation.

the level of “fuck it” i’ve reached this year is insane

the void doesn’t stare back. it just grins and waits

searching for something i'll never find in places i don't belong

In her world, lonely roads lead to victims.

Love drifts in deep tides; thoughts of you splay like moonlight across the ocean.

I'm genuinely sad that I don't have the ability to teleport in and out of the stories within books.

Cleansing under the full moon, my spirit renews, soaking in its celestial energy like the tides pulled by its ancient rhythm, filling me with quiet strength. 🌕 🖤

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. — 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫.

Forever lost in pages.. 🩶🌙

missing the pieces of me held by childhood dreams and wanderings

If a soul is born to be wild, it will only grow angry with a leash wrapped around it's neck.

Be the horrifying lore of your family's lineage

You would need multiple lifetimes to count.

Why the fuck is everything so oppressive... like.. don't fucking touch me.. holy shit.