A, Floe.

Te evoco ut potentium tuam monstres. Earth and air, fire and water. I'm your daughter— I call forth the power of you, my dear companian.

the end

It is always pretty, and will always be pretty— pretty enough to be destroyed.

he had first liked the sound of his voice, and then it had been the dimples in his smile, the steady rhythm of his heart beating against his chest as he had held him close, and in the small hours of the night, the peace he wore in his sleep.

Handwritten draft of one of Sylvia Plath’s last poems ‘Sheep in Fog’

The Fall of Lucifer by Édouard-Marie-Guillaume Dubufe

Girls Night by whydoihavetoart

( dih, ganti lagu.. )

Happy National Boyfriend! @wikipedieuy

(Biar ko sampe ke ujung dunia. Yang mengerti ko tu cuma saya. )

@wikipedieuy and I will always cherish the moment with you.

i like the feel of you. i like the noises you make. i love your faults. i love your voice. i love your truth. the world bores me to death (or rather my world does) — it bores me and irritates me when i'm away from you.

bones and all, dir. luca guadagnino.

my precious, my favorite person from this entire world, thank you for loving me this much. I feel loved and beloved. I love you, Abe Ryuzo.

ここはとても楽しいです。

𝗥𝗨𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗥✰. Is it just me or does everyone also struggle in finding character whose author predominantly writes in English in any of available autobase.

'i've never been loved. i don't know how to be loved.' he'd it confessed so quietly, like a secret. it's the most natural thing in the world; reverence in his touch when he reaches out, takes both hands in his. 'can i teach you?'

It was somewhere in between the pauses of every inhale and exhale. Somewhere between the sound of the chirping birds that pierces my ears, where the water crept in, and where the leaves rustling in the wind under the sun. Ah, the air is so pleasant. Happy sunday, everyone.

@DreykenK :: not gonna lie, it sounds so .... rated.

Lah jadi X?