↳ [ day thirty ] 💌
❥ “love is a curious thing. sometimes it barrels into you, leaves you breathless. other times, it comes into your life, a tentative beam of morning sun sneaking through the blinds, and you think this light isn't possible. the shutters are drawn. night should linger on. i don't feel like waking. yet the room comes slowly lit. sleep slithers away, and at last you can no longer deny the dawning.”
- ellen hopkins (perfect)
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↳ [ day twenty-nine ] 💌
❥ you, the quintessence of pulchritude, is suited to perch on a scintillating throne. how thine hair, almost as white as snow... evokes a prince. and such an appellation matches you immaculately.