#about l

[insickness-and-inflames]

omg that morse guy and the other one

[writinghannibal]

I was tagged by @serialcannibal

nickname: L is a nickname! I don’t use my full name on Tumblr :) I have also had “Sarge” as a nickname. zodiac: Libra! height: 5′9″ hogwarts house: [redacted] in this house we don’t touch hogwarts last thing i googled: Gourmet breakfast recipes. song stuck in my head: None currently! followers: 260! holy shit when did that happen I had 249 the last time I checked. HI amount of sleep: I normally function on about 4-6 hours of sleep lucky number: 13 dream job: I’m doing my dream job! I’m a professor! wearing: A Thor t shirt and gray slacks favourite song: Hozier - In a Week /OR/ Shrike favourite instrument: Cello aesthetic: I know Dark Academia is a thing and I like it but I’m probably Trash Academia. Tired cannibal, too, maybe favourite animal noise: My cat’s little vrrrrr when she’s got the zooms.

I hereby tag! @la-mangouste @maestro-of-minds @fbiartist @selfdeclared and anyone else who wishes to do this :)

[unsent-suggestion]

unsent #1 every wish I've made since meeting you has for you to feel the same way about me. eleven past eleven every day is now like a ritual, i haven't missed it once. my birthday wish, shooting stars, dandelions, eyelashes; no matter how big or small, everything counts for you.

[goodbye-to-a-world-of-feeling]

I should get a different wallpaper

I’m walking by work again. It’s empty. I’m closing. This feels familiar. When the lights go out the wind kicks up, and I am back by your window. The curtains are closed again. It’s dark at your desk again. And again the sinking blackness encompasses my heart. I’m forgetting what your clothes smell like. When my hands were close enough to trail the length of your spine, your hands and skin felt cold. But I gripped you harder and leaned into you more so that 8 months later I could stand in front of your window in the cold spring breeze while the sky gets darker and the sun goes down, behind the top of the building that makes me sick. They’ll all be here next year. And here I am, laundry girl. Just the laundry girl, just the one who happened to be in the wrong app at the wrong time, the one who happened to be in the wrong class, the wrong poem, the wrong job. I looked down to see another. “You have received another tinder message” I swiped right, right off the screen. I should get a different wallpaper.

[caughtinacherrylove]

I might be the only person in this community who never confessed but their tc most likely knows 100%...

[caughtinacherrylove]

I live in fear that I've permanently burned the bridge

[caughtinacherrylove]

Me: I'm so over him

Also me: -checks to see if he's seen my Instagram story every five seconds-