Drowsyscorner - A Dreamer, That’s What She Was

every day i wonder why i'm not living in a dark castle with secret passageways and rooms filled with books

December. pink turtlenecks. frost-silver mornings. marzipan fruit. friend dates to the museum, afternoons spent wandering between shimmering oil paintings in gilded frames. luxuriously slow evening stretches. the scent of mulled wine and sugar roasted almonds. sparkling lip gloss. heavy shopping bags and fine mists of rain. hair oil. ballet dreams. tangerine-scented fingertips.

my goal for 2025 is small simple and clear: change my whole entire life

museum date then fuck like making art

The tarot cards said we should fuck.

“bi women bringing their cis-” bi women can do whatever they want shut up

On my knees w/ my tongue out btw if you even fucking care

HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA Netflix’s The Witcher ‧ Unbound

Your thick thighs ft. my head in between could fix us both