bebx:

aeturnusroseus:

It’s autumn. The air, the smell of rain, the colored leaves. The loneliness and the feelings that overwhelm me with every morning that passes by. But it’s autumn. And it’s beautiful.

manincaffeine:

i wanna build a relationship with someone who cares about “why” i’ve been quiet all day. not someone who gets mad cause i’m “acting different”.

woodussytaguser-deactivated2023:

Fuck personality quizzes who do you think of when I say Neil

(via whatmack)

fairycosmos:

already october. that’d freak me out if any year since 2019 had been real. luckily they haven’t

(via skautism)

sictransitgloriamvndi:

(via belovedapollo)

orpheuslament:

yeah im still thinking about the minotaur sorry but just . imagine youre born wrong. imagine your entire existence is a punishment from the gods. for something you had no control over. imagine your mother holds nothing but contempt for you. she wont even look at you, not really, & she keeps crying & you keep crying & reaching towards her with your little arms & someone drags you away from her. & they keep you hidden & alone & a stranger comes & builds an impenetrable prison around you so youre doomed to forever haunt these endless corridors & youve never known kindness or companionship or love. & when they call you a monster. well. you believe them

(via cowboylikesubai)

dionysian-mystery:

Poetry by Nikita Gill

mkvx:

@mkvx