rosé and chanel

Imagine if the moon was heart shaped

she’d be too powerful

oh to be a little bird in a roman fresco surrounded by flowers…perhaps taking a bath or eating some cherries…profound

i glow in shades of pink and gold

remember the softest days. remember the songs humming on the radio while you were with your best friends. remember the compliments about your pretty eyes, the times you laughed while crying and the most loving hugs. remember the dogs that ran up to see you, the color of people’s eyes in the sunlight, the way you felt when you watched your favorite film for the first time. remember your best achievements and the way you grew from your saddest evenings. your life is much more beautiful than you perceived when you remember all of the good things.

the language of the flowers as a concept is so romantic. say things with a bouquet, with a handful of petals, with a single blossom representing your devotion

this is a reminder that you’re beautiful and breathtaking. anyone would be incredibly lucky to have someone like you.

i really, really love the moon