me after a quiet day in: Time for a quiet night in
things are fine, things are alright lately
*trying to flirt with a guy* I dig your look. I’d love to see you tied to a tree and made to bear the wounds of St. Sebastian. Completely obliterated from every angle *remembers the social contract and gets nervous* Like, the jacket for example, where’d you get that
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weekends dοn’t even hit the same anymore.. everyday is just everyday
“You never pretended to be a bride when you were a little girl?” No???? Like literally never?
I made witch soups in my garden
same
sameThe Topeka Daily Capital, July 8, 1903
Edwardians continue to be relatable.
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
Haruki Murakami (via larmoyante)
