Precisley.

“I froze before the keyboard. I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. No poems, no prose, no words. The pain cannot even be alchemized into art, into words, into something you can chalk up to an interesting experience because the pain itself, its intensity, is so great that it has woven itself into your system so deeply that there is no way to objectify it or push it outside or find its beauty within.”

- Elizabeth Wurtzel

Conjuring romantic fantasies.

I should have been born an aristocrat in the Edwardian period, who escapes to the country as soon as the summer starts. With trunks full of white lace dresses, straw hats, and silk ribbons to tie back my hair. I would swim in the giant fountains to keep cool, and pick wildflowers behind the old manor. Drink earl grey tea in the morning with toast and jam; fruits and lemon flavoured water in the afternoon. I would read books until my eyes were cross and take naps before supper.

In the heat of summer, I go where the wildflowers grow. by wolfsmilk featuring Stella McCartney clothing