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my thoughts are full of books, quotes, bouquets of lilies and roses, red ink, dark poetry, and pretty little nightmares.
an autumn night memoir: roses and black silk, candlelight, rich red velvet cake, whilst reading a dark fantasy.
this is what comes of healing, fiery full moons, and pure fucking alchemy.
my words, both poetic and written, my love dripping from my lips, tongue slicked with sin
dark mornings, cinnamon spice coffee, perfume on pulse points, conversing of mysticism and literature.
thunderstormsโ€”triple espresso, black silk, and horror movies in the dark.
i am living the life i used to dream about, itโ€™s all i ever wanted.
my life is completely mundane, seemingly boring, and if that comes off repetitive just know it is because i am completely content and at peace with the beauty and abundance that is my daily life. itโ€™s steady, and thereโ€™s magic in the mundaneโ€”and an art of noticing the simple things.
the sound of my earrings and charm bracelets, and my boots walking through fallen leaves upon the cement. gothic and deep perfume oils anointing my skin. cinnamon spice on my lips.
cinnamon triple espresso, incense smoke slow and thick in the quiet, black silk on the skin, and the ritual of reading in the afternoon.
๐”ช๐”ถ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐” . ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ช๐”ซ.
autumn: dark mornings, black silk, espresso, dark chocolate, perfume, incense smoke.
lighting an incense and candles, adding cinnamon spice to my triple espresso, perfume already on pulse points, letting the quiet of my home bring me peace, and devoting my day to reading this book.
falling asleep with the balcony door open, welcoming autumnโ€™s quiet
and just like that, summer said farewell beneath the autumn rain.
a morning of rain, my velvety triple espresso, incense smoke, perfume on pulse points, and reading on my balconyโ€”in love with the quiet of the woods.