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#dark academia vibes
illpoet · 7 hours ago
being in love is so terrifying. i do not want to lose you, not ever, but i cannot do anything to ease the thought that i will. i do not know how to love, but i know that it is hard. that uncertainty is the sharpest blade. o lover, you are the death of everything that is me.
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psychicdonuts · 12 hours ago
3 things I associate with you:
Grass (the good kind, with lots of dandelions to wish on or make flower crowns out of)
University libraries (the old, nice kind, like at oxford or smth with lots and lots of good, old books)
The inside of a large cottage that only occasionally has the curtains open (the only window that's consistently open is the one in the attic directly overlooking a small writing desk strewn with pens and paper and empty mugs; it is cleaned on sundays when the rest of the windows are open)
It is imperative that you take this in EXACTLY the context they're given 😊
no because i will cry this is so fucking sweet ily
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sirroscoehamilton · 12 hours ago
You seem funny, caring and kind but with a whole dark academia/ancient rome vibez💙🖤. Would really love to talk to you as i wish to get some ideas on an edit but I'm shy and i hate bothering people.
Okay I have to replay to this one because: pls don't be afraid to talk to me - you could never bother me and I love meeting new people 💖 and I'd love to help you out with the edit 🥺
Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.
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depressed-bookwyvern · 12 hours ago
bestie I am absolutely in love with the new theme
thanks bestie :>
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3rdfloorcottage · 17 hours ago
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𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙-𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚛
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍,
𝙸’𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍,
𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍
𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙
𝚃𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝,
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛.
𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕
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threeam-serif · 2 days ago
there is no sweeter innocence, than our gentle sin
-- take me to church, hozier
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amonsucks · 2 days ago
Links to my playlists!
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☾︎𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌.☽︎
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lola-lola · 3 days ago
summer breeze
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