• A tea-bagged little raconteur
• with pocketfuls of miscellany,
Scribbling the day’s oddities into oblivion. Some things deserve steeping twice, especially the hours that felt like (%Accidental_Literature).
A bibliophile on borrowed time, hoarding little yesterdays like contraband pressed between hardcovers. My camera roll’s a private cabinet of curiosities.
Call’d: Autumn /. Fall (1999.) 🍂
🪷 :: i. pop_naturally &
I insist on dressing every emotional inconvenience in satin ribbons and pretending the soundtrack makes it less humiliating. Alas, the heart remains a tacky lil shopaholic for doomed devotion.
Lìl fernweh for the ordinary : 🍵 <..>
A little fernweh for the ordinary. Methinks the clover keeps better company than courtiers, n the trees have mastered an art of idleness I’ve yet to put into words.
🍁 (..) A new dawn rises where an old season falls away, and I, Khalianne Evere, am here for 𝗦𝘆𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗡𝗼. 𝟮𝟱: 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗣𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻. Set to witness this passage unfold from fading remnants into something newly rooted. 𑁍




























