moodboard: november
↳ “October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.”
be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.
mythology. eros and psyche
“Have you any doubt of my love? Have you any wish ungratified? If you saw me, perhaps you would fear me, perhaps adore me, but all I ask of you is to love me. I would rather you would love me as an equal than adore me as a god.” (requested)
if you ever say something slightly depressing just add a “yeehaw” at the end to lighten the mood
I don’t know what’s next. I am excited about the great unknown. It’s a hard thing to achieve, but I’m really focusing on just being present in the moment that I’m in and not being too worried about what the future holds. After ‘Versace’ and ‘American Horror Story’, if that was the end of the line then I can go happy. I feel like I really, really achieved something and have been a part of something special.
*aggressively plays Tchaikovsky as loud as humanly possible*
persephone's corner 