Moonlight And Autumn Spice

Autumn Interview

One of people's biggest annoyances on this site is how little they know about me. I have been tagged several times, and have never gone through with it. I tend to find comfort not being known, and I find publishing my life like most of you beautiful people do, a source of social anxiety and overall panic. I don't like the spotlight when I have mental health struggles and challenges that I want to keep private. I do respect those of you who are so open about your own struggles, it's empowering and helps me through my life, however I am not that brave. I prefer to express my self through the art of my poetry, because it's open to artistic interpretation. But I do recognize the frustration of that and I do appreciate people who have opened up there hearts with me. So! Without further ado, here is the requested tag.  Questions are open, however I may or may not answer them due to how personal they may be. I will be doing a winter interview when I get around to publishing my winter blog! :)

Tags people frequently ask: 

Favorite book: Goodnight Moon 

Favorite song: Currently, My favorite song is Ghost, by Jacob Lee

Favorite movie/T.V show: Let me get back to you on the movie! Currently, Reign. 

Are my poems my personal life: What do you think? Artistic Interpretation! 

OTP: Too many. 

                                                                       Autumn Interview

 Five things to stay alive for:

The smell of rain. Dancing with someone late at night. book stores. Hugging someone after saying I'm sorry. Star gazing, when you feel alone. There's a whole universe.

The type of sleeper I am: Most nights I go to bed in fuzzy socks and wet hair. I tend to be milky tired, and spin into sleep. Side sleeper. But my favorite kind of sleep, is those drowsy car rides from my childhood. the radio becomes a soft buzz, the pillow on the window, even the seat belt pulling on my neck I love.  Waking up and not knowing where you are, and stepping out into the world stretching. 

I am...

 stardust over sunshine

I try to be optimistic over pessimistic 

mermaid over fairy 

Definitely hot chocolate over coffee!

intuition over experience

pink over yellow, but always mint and purple! 

late nights over early mornings 

I am rebellious and wild, but a child at heart. 

I am strong and independent but fearful and needy 

I am the girl....

With fiery eyes but a fragile heart. Who walks barefoot outdoors and stares into space too often. The city at night but wants to cuddle by the fireplace with a book. The girl who believes in folklore of dragons ruling the skies and mermaids, the spirits of the sea. The girl who always smells her books. Always nostalgic of times people always forget. A girl who found her true love in the stars. Cold hands and feet all the time. Who is allergic to planning, and wishes everyone would just chill and go with the flow, even though she freaks out way to easily. The girl who tries to recall a funny story or joke but never finishes because she can't stop laughing. The girl who laughs when other people laugh even if she doesn't know why there laughing, because by god it feels so good to laugh. The girl who will say everything she wishes she could say to you in her head after arguments, but never says it because she knows it will hurt your feelings, yet  wants to make up three minutes after arguments.  The girl who bites her lip till it bleeds. 

The girl who dances in the kitchen waiting for something to cook. The girl who burns everything she cooks. The girl who thinks she's a great cook anyways. 

Random Waterfall of self description and things I Adore:

warm sweaters for hugging and smiles with a scrunched up nose. leather jackets for midnight cold air and knowing looks. The girl with song lyrics scribbled on her hands. Random specks of glitter on her face that she refuses to wipe off. Colorful band aids, and smears of paint on her jeans because she always forgets to not wipe her hands on her knees. Cat ears with flower crowns. 

Careless past,  sour apple cotton candy, unrequited love, old soul, harsh  makeup on those days, music to block the world out, confusion as a state of being, pills, open about emotions on a whim, that certain dreamy haze and cloudy thoughts, dancing in the rain, recovery. 

overthinks everything, polaroid pictures, strawberry lemonade, gives the worst advice, in love with life. Loves the moon, misunderstood, faded scars, loves to exist  out of touch with reality. Adores handwritten letters, will burn these letters after losing the ones who wrote them. lip gloss that smells like fruit. tries not show emotion but always fails. A heart too big for any good. 

Speeding over bridges, body glitter, sparklers at night, smelly markers and sparkle gel pens, long baths and scented candles, in love with the feeling of forgetting.

the clinking of tea cups, outdoor markets, fairy lights, cats, always falling in love with my best friend, DIY crafts, coloring books, orange flavored gum. 

hums when focused, don't know what I'm  humming half the time, collected sea shells, loves storms, messy buns or pony tails, as long as it's out of my  face when drawing. wants to dye my hair but can't commit to a color. plants flowers only when it's cloudy. cries if I gets bad grades. word therapy. 

cozy blankets, that warm feeling you get before you fall asleep, books I cant put down, comforting smiles


messy braids, walking train tracks, antique shopping, too close to death, big scarves, earbuds are always tangled, I will stay up all night just to comfort you. Combat boots, cigarette smoke, tea addict, danger. 

In love with the  feeling of being sun kissed, even when my cheeks and nose start to burn. Broken promises, chocolate chip pancakes on weekends. crop tops, and the feeling of sand under my feet. Cherries, cinamatic and shadowey, exists in a trance of melancholy, feels too passionately, aesthetic notebooks.

Sad movies, drunk at 2am and saying thoughts I'll regret, dissociating, fake smiles, bitter sweet. Fuzzy socks, kisses of forgetting, when my pet curls in my side, nose kisses, burning my fingertips on hot drinks, deep, drowsy midnight conversations, keeping beauty alive in the world no matter what. 

Half of this might not make sense, but now I can say I tried! Part two will be in my winter blog, and hopefully more organized! Stay safe and happy my kittens!