A Real Nightmare

Lover of loud music, books that smell good, strong tea and coffee, and cold days spent in bed. “I’d like to tell you that my sky’s not blue, it’s violent rain.”

[aess-0x]

[malefixium]

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

[sulfatto-deactivated20241018]

[glowest]

[sleepin]

[sunkissedandbronzed]

[glowest]

[genterie]

[michalinamurawska]

[thirst]

[listentothestories]

[04k96]

[catchymemes]

[pg-mag]

[academeia]

fiona

[thoughtcascades]

I come from a long line of people with something wrong with them

[closure]