Shizuku watches tv

Late summer sunset, and the first tangerine of the year Autumn is softly slipping into my hands.

Breath.

We romanticise the stars, but forget that darkness made them visible.

I live in two worlds. One is a world of books.⋆˚꩜｡

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A quiet soul with a wild little universe inside. Made of midnight, art, and too many feelings. Still becoming, still glowing, still hers.

How I love sitting on a tree branch reading a book🌳

i'm not a whole person and i don't think i ever will be. parts of me died in the country i grew up in and i visit them in dreams.

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"I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones." —Franz Kafka