This reads like Sylvia Plath if she had a Costco membership and seasonal depression. It’s painfully gorgeous. The longing for winter isn’t about weather—it’s about safety, containment, silence. I feel this in my bones.
i rly want to connect w other writers esp ones i like their style of and i wld love to be mutuals!!!! and if u wanna read my pieces i can’t wait to read more of urs!!⭐️⭐️❣️
I've renamed summer as 'Autumn Eve' on my calendar. This is all part of my initiative to appreciate the BIG things in life.
This reads like Sylvia Plath if she had a Costco membership and seasonal depression. It’s painfully gorgeous. The longing for winter isn’t about weather—it’s about safety, containment, silence. I feel this in my bones.
HAHA thank you omg
I've seen winters you people wouldn't believe.
Auroras fire off the coast of Hudson Bay.
Ice castles glitter in the dark near Harbin.
All these moments will be lost, like snow in a blizzard.
i rly want to connect w other writers esp ones i like their style of and i wld love to be mutuals!!!! and if u wanna read my pieces i can’t wait to read more of urs!!⭐️⭐️❣️