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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Love Begins
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
we're not kids anymore.
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independent & selective manga based roleplay blog for ciel sirius † phantomhive from black butler | kuroshitsuji. dark, adult & triggering themes present. est. 2012. penned by anastasia. gmt-6. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ commence to dossier.
By Jana Heidersdorf
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
sketches for my favourite author ever - творю и вытворяю
I imagine Ciel calls Sebastian by his true name in hell, but when they’re in human guises and walking the earth, they 100% regress back to Sebastian
Pablo Neruda, from a poem titled "Sonnet XI," featured in Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
' How rude darling, you could've let me know you were hungry, I would've joined you. '' She approached leaning forward to take a candy.
his eyes widened as he took a bite of the hard caramel, followed by a gentle hum. “hm?” he offered, a slight grin on his lips.
cue a very quiet mom standing in doorway. ' What are you doing love? '
ah, how unexpected. he shrugs, “nothing.” as he proceeds to bite on a hard candy.
he is eating sweets late at night. and no one can stop him.
anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine, and my muse will guess who it is!
Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "2 a.m. Thoughts," originally published in 2017
a coffin is too ordinary for your body, I'd bury you in my own arms