sorry sorry i still dont really know what an aesthetic is but could you do the thing for me if you wouldnt mind it?;;;;
you're the sound of big ben at midnight, westminister quarters riding the wind out into the night. you are the woods in the mist. you are yellow-paper legal pads stacked high on a rickety table, books covered in dust but the spines well loved.
if you were a flower, you would be the heal all flower, otherwise known as the self-heal, purple and growing and never giving up, no matter what winds batter you in the moorish nights. you are beethoven's fur elise, dancing and anger and sunlight roiled together in one ocean of music.









