Wrapped Me Like A Lullaby

One broken star in the infinite sky, dwindled softly through time, ache stricken, greedy for love. -Ann

But my bestfriend is here, how can i not be happy?

Susan Sontag, I, etcetera: Stories  

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: sparkling, inextinguishable eyes. END ID]

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if i was in a jane austen novel i would be the one sent to the seaside for my health

I knew love & adoration,

now I know sundering & longing.

A sunny morning, loud chirps of the morning birds, and soothing mellow hymns of the rustling leaves

August. My birth month. August, the month of heavy pours. August, the month of misty mountains. August, the month of most gorgeous sunsets.

August.

Jane Austen was right when she said “I am half agony, half hope.”

In a mood to dissolve in tranquility of the Earth, to get away from the madness and chaos and just breathe freely. In a mood to surrender to love and all its limitlessness. In a mood to bathe in the warmth of the sunny air.

- Anneshwa