In a favorite book or a late summer afternoon that refuses to fade, it whisper
“We carried cut hay from the heart of the rick, packed tight as tobacco flake, with grass and wild flowers juicily fossilised within a whole summer embalmed in our arms.”
That’s the kind of memory you carries with you—whole seasons preserved in his presence. Talk to you and it’s like opening a forgotten drawer: sepia moments, pressed flowers, heat, heart, and everything in between.

It's already late, let's lay our little head and put to rest so we get the best for the rest. Hope you guys have a nice dream and comfy night for today! Those who haven't closed their eyes yet, tell me something or things that keep you awake🤗

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⓘ .. JUNE, 06 📠 ／ As the day cometh anew to mark thy birth, may the stars bow low and the winds whisper thy name in reverence ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

To the fairest star 'neath heaven’s dome, this day is thine—a gentle mark upon the turning world to honour thy birth. Thou art as moonlight in a velvet room, with grace drawn from shadow and mystery, dreamy of eye and deep of soul. In thee lies a beauty both dark and sweet, like a forgotten waltz played on an old gramophone, soft yet stirring. With wit that lingers like old wine and charm that turns heads as quietly as dusk falls, thou art a vision both vintage and vivid. May thy day be adorned with warmth, laughter, and a quiet joy that wraps around thee like a well-worn book of verse. Happy birthday to all Sasha Luss, especially Maerwen Targaryen—the world is far lovelier for thy presence within it. 💌🤍

𐑺. tenderlie—the bloom of gloaming’s grace.
Soft-footed tread she maketh upon the hushéd moor of eventide, ne’er to rend the quiet, yet ever to bid the stars draw near. Aye, her mirth is not shoutéd, but singeth within the soul’s hollow place—light enwomb’d in dusk’s own lap. If ever virtue bore visage, or charm took breath 'neath mortal veil, thy name, Lilybeth, should be writ upon the firmament.

She who weareth dusk as mantle, whose laughter maketh even the cold hearth warm again; in sooth, thy presence is as balm unto the hour’d world, as dew upon parchéd petal. Thy kindness falleth not as storm, but as summer drizzle—gentle, sweet, and lingering.

And so, beneath the gaze of the quiet firmament, with quill dipped in reverence, I declaim:
A most hallowed and honey’d birth-day upon thee, to all that wear the visage of Emily Ratajkowski—but most sweetlie, to thee, mine own cherished Sissy, Lilybeth A. Miltzer. ♥️🍷

May all thy morrows bloom with candle’d hush, and time treat thee as one might tend the last rose 'fore winter’s breath.🌹🥰

ㅤㅤ&. entire warm for residue
ㅤㅤ sharp ───── positivity
ㅤㅤand delightful beam. ☕️💌

resideth she ‘mong the hushéd kind, whose presence quivereth soft o’er earthen breath;
a dame of modest veil and winsome mien, whose charm bindeth not with gold, but with grace unbought.
thine essence is of parchment leaf and ink long dried—
perchance writ by stars ‘ere the moon took her first bow.

thy gait telleth not of tempest, yet moveth like a psalm—
measured, dulcet, as though the angels themselves did scribe thy path.
seldom cometh one who blendeth virtue and verity with such balméd subtlety;
a sovereign in silence, bearing laurels of kindness none could barter nor besmirch.

thus let the day be not markéd in wine nor revel alone,
but in candlelit hushes, in inkéd remembrances,
and in the knowing that thou,
art born for something rare, and wert never meant to dim.
Happy birth-day to all Vittoria Ceretti’s gentle reflections—yet none so resplendent you, Charity York. Hope we can get embrace soon🤍

AM I LATEEE? THIS IS CUTEEE🥹 this song was definitely one of my favorite from them. Thank you so much honey, let's interact more! ❤️