brighter days are coming

[ID: July 13. Breathe in the air and the silence. END ID]

moon jellyfish translucent and slipping between darkness and a lilac tinge; a victorian moonstone ring; lingering for an hour in a room of pre-raphaelite paintings, dripping in pearls and lace and a corset; hunting down a blood heart vial necklace with my best friend; overripe plums and mulberries and raspberries reduced to red flesh; an exhibition of flower photography; film photographs coming out faded; light breaking through the sky and silvering the sea; re-teaching myself tarot with new crystals for company; a fairy themed garden party; sweet syrupy cocktails adorned with flowers and berries and smoke; a japanese afternoon tea; a fairy-tale garden of swans and hydrangeas and venusian statues; brideshead revisited and picnic at hanging rock; punting on the river in all white (to say hello to the cygnets)… 

nothing is as tender as annotating your favourite books. it’s like leaving a piece of your heart on the pages for somebody else to find.

@aneid / sydney smith / unknown / @bakwaaas / @nutnoce / @dearestvita

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals