My bookshelf holds more than books. It’s a tiny museum of forgotten things: a chipped mug with daisies on it, a photograph of someone I don’t recognize, a key that doesn’t open anything anymore. Sometimes, I wonder about the lives these objects had before they came to me. Did the mug belong to someone who drank tea at sunrise, watching the world wake up? Did the photograph capture a fleeting, perf... » Continue Reading
Have you ever walked into a room that isn’t yours and felt like it was waiting to tell you a story? An empty room is never really empty. It’s full of echoes—footsteps that once paced back and forth, whispers shared in the dark, laughter that ricocheted off the walls and left behind a trace. I love hotel rooms for this reason. They’re transient, liminal, a canvas for a hundred fleeting lives. I onc... » Continue Reading
There’s a type of rain that doesn’t ask you to hurry. It drizzles gently, as if the sky itself is daydreaming. On these days, the world softens around the edges—pavements glisten like silver, and trees drip with something that feels like poetry. I like to sit by the window and watch the droplets race each other down the glass. There’s always one that lingers behind, stubbornly slow, taking its tim... » Continue Reading
︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ 𐔌⁺ ຼ ꒱ I found a crumpled receipt in my pocket today from a café I went to last spring. I can’t remember what I ordered - the abbreviations of items mean nothing to me now, but I remember the rain tapping on the window and the song that was played in the background, Piano Man by Billy Joel, is that his name? I love that song it just like makes you feel you know? ♡໒⁀ ✧ There’s a hairpin on... » Continue Reading
︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ I’ve always found myself drawn to lists—the kind that spill out like the contents of a messy purse. They’re not neat or perfectly structured, but they feel real, like pulling pieces of yourself together and laying them out under soft, twinkling light. So here are some truths about me, stitched together in no particular order: ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ 𐔌⁺ ຼ ꒱ I have this thing about rain. It’s not just about... » Continue Reading
HIIII!!!1!!1v ˚₊‧꒰ა ꣑ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ okay um hello! welcome to my first blog entry! OMG im so excited and also a little bit nervous but you're here and that makes this whole thing super special! So, let me introduce myself! I'm Evie and im 15 years old (which is crazy to me but probably not to you) - I have a super cool tumblr blog which is linked in my profile, BUT I have mostly migrated here now th... » Continue Reading