crushed lavender
yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie
will you kindly sever my roots and bathe them in your crimson tears? i promise to seal it with a kiss. inspired by @/phoebe.a.poetry on ig
swallowing matchsticks at 11:11. but i'm not a star. i'm not meant to burn bright.
banquets of succulent peaches in tin cans and pretty boys with passionflowers blossoming from their cuticles.
❝ 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 ❞ Born with chromesthesia, Takayama Aoi has always perceived sounds as colors. Having spent most of her time in the school art room, she hears his voice for the very first time and catches a glimpse of the loveliest arrangement of c...