Emily Dickinson, from ’ourselves were wed one summer–dear–’ (poem #631), in complete poems of Emily Dickinson
Were we really doing the right thing? Maybe there was another path.
That’s all I can think about now.
spring 🌷 aesthetic
You will always be a critic and never an author and the world will forget you ever even lived. Oh, I’m sure they will. But I… but I…
our whole lives, everyone’s telling us we can’t do this, we can’t do that. i’m just sick and tired of feeling so small.
the super mario bros. movie (2023)
Wait. You thought I was someone else.
List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. get to know your mutuals and followers!