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· Nov 13
my thoughts are full of books, quotes, bouquets of lilies and roses, red ink, dark poetry, and pretty little nightmares.
candlelight and silk, with my morning coffee.
December 9, 2025 at 1:38 PM
candlelight and silk, with my morning coffee.
snowfall beneath the full moon.
December 5, 2025 at 6:37 AM
snowfall beneath the full moon.
i succumb to the season’s witchings, devotedly so.
December 1, 2025 at 4:59 PM
i succumb to the season’s witchings, devotedly so.
december is for candlelight, incense smoke, espresso, and literature.
December 1, 2025 at 1:55 PM
december is for candlelight, incense smoke, espresso, and literature.
another night of red velvet cake at midnight, thinking of slewfoot by brom. completely bewitching.
November 18, 2025 at 5:46 AM
another night of red velvet cake at midnight, thinking of slewfoot by brom. completely bewitching.
something sweet and blue—embracing the soft and quiet creativity from mundanity.
November 17, 2025 at 8:18 PM
something sweet and blue—embracing the soft and quiet creativity from mundanity.
quiet night, warm low lighting, books all around, indulging in the night, spoiling myself with something lovely.
November 16, 2025 at 11:34 PM
quiet night, warm low lighting, books all around, indulging in the night, spoiling myself with something lovely.
long walks, talking of books and dreams, hungry kisses leading us home.
November 16, 2025 at 7:55 PM
long walks, talking of books and dreams, hungry kisses leading us home.
“i went to the woods because i wanted to live deliberately. i wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life." dead poets society, 1989.
November 15, 2025 at 6:42 PM
“i went to the woods because i wanted to live deliberately. i wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life." dead poets society, 1989.
dark gothic paranormal romance, and my triple espresso.
November 15, 2025 at 4:02 PM
dark gothic paranormal romance, and my triple espresso.
with a cup of chamomile tea in hand and a sanctuary of books.
November 14, 2025 at 6:15 PM
with a cup of chamomile tea in hand and a sanctuary of books.
roses on the altar, candles aflame, myrrh incense smoke veiling my home.
November 14, 2025 at 6:15 PM
roses on the altar, candles aflame, myrrh incense smoke veiling my home.
gothic, fae-like.
November 9, 2025 at 4:05 PM
gothic, fae-like.
just a strange faerie woman, who finds her solace in solitude, where the ghosts whisper, and the dark enchantment of literature.
November 8, 2025 at 7:39 PM
just a strange faerie woman, who finds her solace in solitude, where the ghosts whisper, and the dark enchantment of literature.
the butterfly motif in both crimson peak and frankenstein—be still my beating heart.
November 7, 2025 at 5:29 PM
the butterfly motif in both crimson peak and frankenstein—be still my beating heart.
“this is a memento mori. the peach, symbol of life and youth, and you bite into it?” frankenstein, dir. guillermo del toro.
—forbiddingly sweet, teeth-sinking pleasure.
—forbiddingly sweet, teeth-sinking pleasure.
November 7, 2025 at 5:15 PM
“this is a memento mori. the peach, symbol of life and youth, and you bite into it?” frankenstein, dir. guillermo del toro.
—forbiddingly sweet, teeth-sinking pleasure.
—forbiddingly sweet, teeth-sinking pleasure.
thunderstorms, my triple espresso, and watching frankenstein dir. guillermo del toro.
November 7, 2025 at 3:30 PM
thunderstorms, my triple espresso, and watching frankenstein dir. guillermo del toro.
i’m so fucking excited to watch frankenstein dir. guillermo del toro. i feel as though i have waited for this moment my whole life.
when mary shelley said “beware; for i am fearless and therefore powerful” and “there is something at work in my soul, which i do not understand”
November 7, 2025 at 3:29 PM
i’m so fucking excited to watch frankenstein dir. guillermo del toro. i feel as though i have waited for this moment my whole life.
chamomile ginger tea and reading until i fall asleep
November 7, 2025 at 1:16 AM
chamomile ginger tea and reading until i fall asleep
i am hopelessly hopeful and a romantic, i am what the poets would call devotedly cursed.
November 6, 2025 at 9:21 PM
i am hopelessly hopeful and a romantic, i am what the poets would call devotedly cursed.
this week is all literature, eroticism, sensuality, perfume, mysticism, and incense smoke.
November 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
this week is all literature, eroticism, sensuality, perfume, mysticism, and incense smoke.
autumn in the woods: myrrh incense smoke, red velvet iced coffee, spilling thoughts like ink, black silk, perfume, the steady silence of my home.
November 5, 2025 at 5:29 PM
autumn in the woods: myrrh incense smoke, red velvet iced coffee, spilling thoughts like ink, black silk, perfume, the steady silence of my home.
i’ve been reading late at night, again. it has been healing.
November 4, 2025 at 8:52 PM
i’ve been reading late at night, again. it has been healing.
i know it’s a little early but i am really excited for winter.
November 3, 2025 at 7:13 PM
i know it’s a little early but i am really excited for winter.
nothing poetic, just the gentle quiet of a dark autumn night.
November 3, 2025 at 6:16 AM
nothing poetic, just the gentle quiet of a dark autumn night.