December’s Immaculate Coldness Feels Warm. December Feels Like Blood.

No one should have to work in the summer. Summers should be for reading poetry, drinking wine and falling in love.

— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

I was not made for hookup culture. Love me for an eternity or do not touch me at all.

The Greek Class

whoever is writing my life like a shakespearean tragedy pls stop. you have amazing skills but for the love of god pls stop.

You romanticised the melancholy of me and saw something far more exquisite

𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐 ; 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 🖤🕯️

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cr. artists of the photos

𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉🕯️⚰️

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cr. tim walker & artists of photos