WE CAN MEET AGAIN SOMEWHERE

For the bastards not speaking up because "it will ruin their aesthetic."

wlw Dark Academia // (mlm version)

the smell of rain on wet stone. a cool wind ruffling your hair, the evening like a damp kiss on your cheek, the tote bag of newly-discovered secondhand books heavy in your elbow. the light is rose and gold, and inside waiting for you there is tea, and warmth, and freshly baked lavender and lemon cake.

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Singapore - 3.5.18

This is a beautiful thing to spread.

my tax return……..IN MY ACCOUNT

me after working out: WOW, i am simply phenomenal. every drop of blood running through my veins is graced with the ichor of the gods, i am an olympic athlete