The Sonata of The Nightingale, XII: Here breathes a vow, where I shut my eyes as love and flame thread through me. In the softness of waiting, my heart blushes against the wet earth, like a secret too warm for the night to hold. ️️ 🕯 ️️ ️️With love, Kimberly Döe-Cecily.

The Kitchen Fairy ﴾𓇚﴿ ... Look who stands among the steam and spices, untouched by flame. I dared to begin and the chef taught me slowly, step by step, little by little, the way one teaches a child to hold a butterfly. 🍳

﴾𝟑͟𝟑͟𝟑͟𝟑﴿ ⋆ Little Miss Impulsive reaches for something, anything, to fill the quiet while waiting in the car. I am no expert in this dance, perhaps... this is how I celebrate a new month coming to us. May this march kiss your eyelids open, lovelings.

I do not need a grand romance to make my life feel tender; I gather tenderness from everywhere. From music. From air. From the way the world sometimes feels like it is looking back at me softly. I romanticize everything because I cannot help but love what is already here. 🪽

To think about it. I refused to address myself as a hopeless romantic. Hopeless is too heavy a word for something so light. I am not waiting to be saved by love. I am romantic in the gentlest sense: easily moved, easily enchanted.

March begins while this song whispers like a dream brushing against my skin. 🌼 https://t.co/pdZtw89H47

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I hold them equally with the same quiet affection. Here is the list: ✧ Kimmy. 🪽 {10/10} ✧ Kim-kim. 🦋 {9/10} ✧ Kimmie. 🌼 {8/10} ✧ Princess. 🪷 {∞/10} ✧ Baby, love, sweetheart. 🩷 {10/10} ✧ Adek, dedek, dd. 🧸 {9/10} ✧ Little Marie? 🐈 {9/10} ✧ Blossom. 🫧 {9/10}

Pretty Girl Avenue 101 ﴾𓇚﴿ ... There is magazines resting on my bed and light spilling across the floor. My cheeks are pink from the hush of morning, my stockings keep me warm and my sweatshirt gathers me into itself, insisting that this hour belongs only to me. 🤍🦢

﴾⋆﴿ ... Kimberly Döe-Cecily, raised between chandeliers of every party around New York. Yours truly, Park Avenue Princess. 🪽 🪷: https://t.co/aLqn7RaVcC

It may not be about having or becoming the brightest thing in the heavens. It may not about attention at all. Perhaps, it is about staying alive in the truest sense and allowing my curiosity to lead me wherever it wishes.

✴️🐡 The art of a wink lies in its timing, the art of a pout lies in its restraint.

Little Miss-log ﴾𓇚﴿ ... It’s only me, indulging in lace and light again. The outfit feel like they were cast for this role. I stand before the mirror, amused and a little enchanted. Tell me, who is this girl who looks as though she stepped out of a daydream?

I’ve found myself drawn back to ice skating {thanks, 𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑢!} and violin lately. I knew them once as a child, knew the discipline of them, the small triumphs hidden inside long hours of practice. Returning now feels different... yet, it feels like home. ♡

Be My Lover just twirling, sunlight pouring, I sit before the mirror and turn preparation into poetry. A touch of blush, a whisper of fragrance, the sunlight meant only for myself. Kimmy’s ritual before meeting calls. 🪽

Welp. 🤎🧸

Sleepy eyes, sleepy eyes… 💤 yet, the book in my hands refuses to wait for tomorrow.

I may have let a few too many moments slip into the afternoon light. I hope you don’t mind seeing me and my ever-faithful companion, again and again. ✾

✴️🎐 Fragrance lingering in the warmth, honey-bright eyes of mine somewhere in the glow, and sunlight so purely radiant it feels like a blessing resting over me.

Hérouville-Saint-Clair ... ﴾𖧷﴿ Yours, faithfully, I devoted my sunday to the one and only companion they insist never disappoints: diamonds. They were around my neck, shimmering back at me like knowing little stars. A day well-spent? Undeniably.