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❛ ink-stained hands, candlelit hours, & too many thoughts about love. ❜ ⟡ poetry ⟡ letters ⟡ soft hauntings ↳ archives of @nixscriptum

The way you carry your gentleness through a heavy world is nothing short of heroic. every time you choose kindness, every time you let yourself rest, every time you heal a tiny piece of your heart, you are planting seeds of light. your softness is a glowing lantern in the dark.

fuck being normal about friendship. sometimes they’re halfway through a story and i’m thinking how lucky i am that we happened to be alive at the same time.

A maiden requires certain luxuries. a little bread. a little cheese. three uninterrupted hours beneath a quilt while it rains.