🧚🏻Lacy🌲🌾🍄

Aleksandr Kuprin, "Violets"

I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then I am in love again and very young and I believe everything.

Edna St. Vincent Millay in her diary entry for January 10, 1913

- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside (1939)

You see, dearest creature, I could sit up all night: we might go to moonlight ruins, café’s, dances, plays, converse for ever; sleep only while the moon covers herself for an instant with a thin veil;

— Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin (1833)

September.🍂

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951 (via echymosis)

September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can't face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.

-Sylvia Plath

🌼Hello August 🌼

Sylvia Plath, Letters Home (August 2, 1952)

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell – a smell of dying moons and shadows.

– F. Scott Fitzgerald

— Jane Austen