A cottage spun from moonbeams and moss, and nestled in an ink-stained meadow where thoughts drift alongside seeds and dragonflies on a soft wind (or sometimes a tornado). This is a place where poems curl up beside playlists, where stardust settles on unfinished ideas, and love letters to no one in particular bloom like wild roses through the cracks.
Here, you'll find poetry and Pinterest boards, half-sketched ideas of wonder, and diary-crumbs of a wandering mind. It’s an archive, a dreamworld. A scrapbook of the soul. And a whole lot of wandering, winding musings of all that is lovely, lonely, blossoming, and being. Pages flutter and lanterns flicker. Nothing is in order, yet everything belongs.
Grab your favourite beverage, stay a while — and when you leave, take a petal with you. (add petal button below)
Here to step through the old wooden cottage doors
A few of this fairie's current things:
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