|| Literature. Coffee. Owls. Perfume. The Victorian era. Fashion. Red lips. Dark eyes. Barok. White hair. Lace. Photography. Music. Art. Midnight Thunderstorms. High Heels. Nature. Beauty. Capuccino. Languages. Travelling. mewithoutYou, snowfall, cold light, abandoned books, sleeping on shoulders, black lace, dusk, desert moons, cinnamon incense, candlelight, fireflies, crickets at night, snow-white hair, lunar phases, long drives, life through a lens, the smell of orange peel, always tired never sleeping, tea, earl grey, real laughter, honest tears, alaskan winters, attention to detail, withdrawal, lost souls, solitude, traveling the world, forever barefoot, forests, constellations, last chances, small steps, tiny victories, literature, humility, adoration, saying please and thank you, anywhere but here.
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I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
