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I am unfortunately just like other guys. I like trashy horror, dog poems, cannibalism as a metaphor for obsessive devotion, religious imagery, people who use my name in a sentence, academic validation, lying for fun, being bisexual and bleeding out in the snow.

2024 will the the year of loser women with tumblr blogs that have no real life aspirations or dreams aimlessly walking through life with a whimsical and tender nature despite their hopeless dispositions

Unknown / Nth – warm hands cupping your face, soft brown jumpers, trembling fingers, tear‐stained cheeks, the smell of old books and lavender, writing letters that will never be sent, a trip to Italy in autumn, love so strong it makes you weep, years and years of longing, faded postcards stuck to a wall, learning how to forgive and be gentle.

From Eden – rustic sunny orchards, wildflowers in an empty wine bottle, sickeningly sweet jealousy, red apples in a battered woven basket, picnic in a meadow, running through uncut grass, green cardigan over a red dress, braiding your lover's hair.

Sunlight – Sultry heat, white linen sticking to sweaty skin, faint smell of vanilla and tobacco, gold speckles in brown eyes when the sun hits them just right, withered sunflowers, tall white candles, gold jewelry, worshipping your lover, dry red soil, olive trees and sage.

December // Neck Deep