This is me irl hehe
@lostinyourlight-06 @adumbass4u @thewildetyme if you all want to :)
I miss pic crews, so I'm going to start a chain? And tag a bunch of mutuals
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So what if I want to be locked in with my crush in a victorian library where we read poems to each other in the moonlight seeping through the windows and then we kiss? So what if we don't wanna get out of there in the morning because we had the best time of our lives?
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Roaming through the streets while holding hands, picking up a random flower and putting it in their hair, kissing under the moonlight and then laying in the grass with their head on your chest watching the stars is what I need. Is what I want.
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I read a book and act like my favourite character till I read a next book. So basically I'm a new me, in a new story every 2 weeks.
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"The moon knows,"
"What are you talking about?"
"The moon knows that we're in love."
-Young and Beautiful, Velvetoscar, AO3
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Honestly we should bring back masquerade balls.
Like I wanna go in a masquerade ball wearing a satin gown and a mask, dance with someone and wanna fall in love with them, without knowing how they look, only their eyes. And then when the ball ends go back to where I live, without being able to take out their thought out of my mind, without being able to forget those deep eyes that literally stared into my soul, without being forget how their hands rested on my waist, without being able to forget how they kissed my hand, ever so gently, without being able forget them. And then suddenly after months of not being able to forget them, I see the same pair of eyes, the very same, into which I got lost into, the very magical pair which have been haunting me since the masquerade ball. And then we fall in love.
So in conclusion, bring masquerade balls back. Please.
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Is someone willing to sit beside me on the rooftop, with my head on their shoulder, talking about everything and nothing till the sun begins to rise and the stars begin to fade away?
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