moonlight threads itself into my pulse, humming in softprint notes like pearls tucked under lilac skies
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blushscript﹙10/O9﹚:
i think of how every silence drapes itself in bows, satin-frayed and shimmering, and it feels like the universe is always halfway between dreaming and blooming 🎀
i think of how every silence drapes itself in bows, satin-frayed and shimmering, and it feels like the universe is always halfway between dreaming and blooming 🎀
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moonlight threads itself into my pulse, humming in softprint notes like pearls tucked under lilac skies right away.
moonlight threads itself into my pulse, humming in softprint notes like pearls tucked under lilac skies right away.