i am vaster than the sky above me. i thrum with the fibrous light of vitality. i am the earth and everything below.

the most peculiar of occurrences, yet the most mundane.

and such words settled over her like a wave of affluent misery. * this has been translated into vietnamese by the lovely @forestae ! you can read the translation on their account :-)

the story of a delicate winter.

❝moon dust in your lungs, stars in your eyes. you are a child of the cosmos and ruler of the skies.❞ she was a glorious being, kissed by the stars, her slender fingers coated with mars dust. carve constellations into her skin, sprinkle planets into her hair, and throw her up into the sky, so that others fall in love with the night the way that I do.

she was bathed in color; so rich and deep and pervasive that she could hardly breathe.