*sitting alone on my bed* *thinks “hm. i can’t keep living like this.”* *keeps living like this*

the end of august/beginning of september smells like a brimming cup of tea, new textbooks, and autumn slowly approaching

March — earl grey and madeleines, days gently stretching on in hues of blue and pink, honey-scented lotion, stopping to count buds on rose bushes, opening the window to smell the rain while reading, almond cream cake, a trace of perfume lingering on the collar of a light coat, love notes in book margins, the first warm wind tangling in long hair, fresh baguette and a dripping umbrella. introspection and observation - a cool-tender bloom.

reminder that it’s ok to anonymous drop me a love letter ok