it’s the kind of night where you know what the moon feels like, it’s the kind of night where you realize just how much stardust runs through your veins, it’s the kind of night where the words flow out of you as if you’ve never written before, it’s the kind of night where you finally …

– Buy lace underwear and model it around at home. You’re a goddess, own it. – Realize the fact that if somebody can’t see your virtues doesn’t it mean you don’t have them. – Pamper yourself. Fill the bathtub with hot water, throw in a bath bomb, jump in, play some music and enjoy. Exfoliate …

My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. Rabindranath Tagore, from “[My soul is alight…],” in Poetry (June 1913)