space pirate

warm nights and wind chimes still remind me of him

the truth is that i think i would look for her in any new person i meet

when i’m with her my thoughts turn into flowers and poetry

crying to home by cavetown is an unmatched experience sorry i don’t make the rules

i find it so endearing when people just happen to know about little things like birds or flowers just so they can maybe give you their scraps of information on the off chance you might ask. it’s almost like magic, simple magic, yknow? like those people were kissed on the forehead by the fae when they were young and now it’s their own mission to plant a little bit of fae sparkle in everyone else’s minds.

i disappeared into the fog for a while and it was a good time, met hozier, exchanged some excellent vibes with the gremlins, but i decided to come back because no matter how exciting the woods are at night, and how wild the fae parties get, its impossible to shake the homesickness for your cozy bed and the longing for the warmth of hugs from those you love the most, and all in all, what’s even the point without that? so i’m back for a while, but maybe next time i disappear i can take you with me and then i won’t get so lonely

hi uhh just here to announce that butterfly pea flower tea is the Most cottage/goblincore drink ive ever heard of,, its blue by nature and then you pour lemonade into it and it turns PURPLE anyways that’s it i’m gonna disappear again now