#snif

Shellvision wip that is never getting finished now because i am in smiling friends mourning

look for the name REIRA | requested by anonymous

vintage black distressed leather coat w/ brown furry trim

guess collection black knit mini dress, c. 199o's

middaia sterling silver heart necklace w/ engraved « rose blood » from mazzy star song title"

snif "suganami" eau de parfum (amber, angelica seed, cedarwood, coriander, cypress, frankincense, iris, musk, myrrh, pink pepper, rose)

Jacob x Liam (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Ratblr.

Some things are inevitable. The days of the week, for example. Take Tuesday. It's Tuesday today, in fact, and it be like that sometimes. Sometimes, it be Tuesday, and there is nothing more to be done about it. 

Likewise, you have now been SNIFED. Note the past principle: snifed. 'Twas inevitable. 'Twas always going to happen. And so, just as you accept it is Tuesday, the day after Monday, you must accept that this is now the time after the snifing. Your very own Anno Domini, if you like. Your very own brave new world—your own, tailor-made new normal. 

And in this unchartered territory, you are left with two choices. You may carry on as if nothing ever happened. Or you may smash that reblog to snif the next person. You know what you must do.