to know is to suffer
since when did we grow so d i s t a n t
we are the poets, the writers, the artists who will change the world
frantic writing and study halls
it's time for dark academia dream girl winter
cashmere and forgotten love letters
i miss those wistfully melancholy summer days
I find it shameful that everyone talks about Oscar Wilde but no one ever uses his full name
books upon books upon books
Add in the distant rumble of thunder and constant rush of a heavy downpour, a bit of chill in the room yet comfort from the warm embrace of the fire 🤎
Cinnamon rolls, dark roast coffee, and a great book is the greatest combo you can have when sitting in front of the fire.
reflection of divinity, fallen yet mending // side blog: @moonkissedpearl // INFJ-T
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