the twilight books had such a good aesthetic. rainy days. forests green. cloudy skies. warm homes. old high schools, run down but still alive somehow. laughing kids. small town streets lit with flickering lamps. dreams of knights in shining armour. the nostalgia of life.
georgian buildings, 18th century oil paintings, bikes with baskets, going to bakeries at 9am, 30 year old leather oxfords, new sketchbooks and watercolour paints, violins, organs, flutes, century old sheet music, concert halls, marble fireplaces, warm rooms, coffee shops at 5pm, oak furniture, and fabric bookmarks, rb if u agree
only post hard shit on facebook i.e. “steppin out for a cig” “bout to bust this hoe head” “bout to commit a hate crime” “basking in melancholy” things like that. keep ur lame ass thoughts and feelings for ur journals or do the healthy thing and dont let the weak shit manifest itself in writing dont even acknowledge ur feelings if ur feeling sad deny it tell ur self it’s beezlebub at it again. sadness is the 1st step to gayness.
just once i wanna put the blade of my sword under a pretty boy’s chin and tilt their head up so i can see both fear and arousal in their eyes is that too much to ask
lavenduers 