Anguish | The Orphan. A Memory Of Auvergne

Resting by Wojciech Gerson (1895)

my love language is a violent immortal with no soul falling so in love with me that he completely changes himself for the better and worships the ground i walk on

young kovu and kiara 🥺

@academia-lucifer

rest in peace Mr.“fuck them kids” you were a real one

I create entire romances in my dreams.

final girl covered in blood eating a cheeseburger watching everything burn >>>

and that's why that lady works fourteen hour shifts :)

[jojamart mockumentary #3]

grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.