winter crystal

yeah, this is proper way to address me from now on 😌

autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.

She's a ten but she wants to turn into a nymph and live in an enchanted, ethereal meadow with a magical lake.

I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months

on all levels except physical i am sitting on a big fucking rock in the middle of the woods

Mentally, I am here