"Everything had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of skyline, the rim of silver hoop embedded in the grey sand; and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few  lost figures in distant pools."- A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.

Cattleya 𓆩♡
She/Her𓆪
Feminist
LGBTQ+ Ally and exploring 🎨

⸙ My personal favorites among my writings-
    Him
    All the Night with Washi Tapes.
    The Sun that I see is Named After You
     Soleil Blanc

      Happiness is a Butterfly ཐིཋྀ