forever and ever

From today onwards, I will be transforming into a fruit (preferably a mango but whatever life decides to throw at me yk?)

I just want a pretty boy to hold a knife to my throat. Is that honestly too much to ask for? Idm being the one holding the knife just pLEASE GIVE ME MY 50k WORD SLOWBURN

Just thinking about how wild it is that I exist? crazy and uncalled for imo

i shouldnt have chosen art gcse, if i analyse one more abstract fish i’m going to fucking lose it

come over—i miss you and i want to paint a pretentious portrait of you

sunrises, cold hands, tired eyes, slow dancing in the living room, stolen kisses, empty coffee cups, notebooks spread out on the floor, study dates, autumn leaves, that sonorous silence before day breaks, fingers intertwined, cuddles, dust on top of forgotten memories, longing stares, quiet love

i have this essay i have to start but its not due until 2 weeks so that means i have 13 days until i actually start it

i PROMISE you i’m not illiterate, tumblr just likes to make it seem like i’ve never used a keyboard in my life <3

what if i bought a mansion across the bay from where your mansion is and i threw wild parties until you wandered in and then i let you break my heart?

might break into pemberley and steal mr darcy or something

date idea: you pick me up at eight and we eat the rich together <3