sometimes there are no other words that will do no embellishment worthy, no outpouring of devotion. sometimes all i can say is, i miss you more than i ever knew my bones could take.
- in the darkness i wonder if you ever think of me.
It is cold tonight, leave a saucer of sweet-milk out for the fairies.
I had a deep love for Irish folklore <3 My mother believed in fairies and if I'm honest I hope they're real. So I write them little love poems and maybe someday they'll let me dance with them.