“The main thing, when a sword cuts into one’s soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable.”
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Three Goblin Art
Sade Olutola
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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we're not kids anymore.
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“The main thing, when a sword cuts into one’s soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable.”
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oh to be lying on my chaise lounge while my lover feeds me olives and reads me classical literature, perhaps Chopin is playing softly in the background.
this quarantine really has us yearning at max capacity, huh?
romance...
Top tier romance
Cleaning with ADHD all about momentum. Its like being a shark, if you stop moving you just straight up die.
Eyes on you
THREE MONTHS TIL 2020 I CANT BELIEVE IM ALIVE FOR THIS
Give Yourself A Try - June 1st
not to be positive on main but sometimes things really are ok. sometimes you really will be happy and safe and warm. sometimes you really will be giggly and blushy and full of love. sometimes the night is chilly and your home is cozy and your tea is perfectly steeped and your phone lights up with a message from someone you love. sometimes life really is quite lovely.
The delicate October light hangs, in that fragile and fleeting hour, through the boughs of the wood like stained glass
// Part 10
It’s cuddle weather so wya