It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
and if death is death, what will become of poets and sleeping things that no one now remembers?
✦ violet
✦ violet
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
violet. 21. she/her. gryffindor. enfj. gemini sun. aquarius moon&rising. music fanatic. aesthetic hoe™. usually found crying over the found family trope and good character development. really passionate about a lot of different things. wants to leave a mark upon the world. daydreams 24/7. soulmate of october ♥
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It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
moodboard: spring
“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
moodboard: spring
