Running Around London In 1988

You romanticised the melancholy of me and saw something far more exquisite

‘There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand’

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

@academia-lucifer

prigione-di-lacrime Roberto ferri

whoever is writing my life like a shakespearean tragedy pls stop. you have amazing skills but for the love of god pls stop.

She’s a ten but anytime she’s going through a hard time, she automatically reads and listens to music all day because she would rather escape this world and focus on other peoples sorrow and problems than her own.

people who write poems for their lovers are so precious and need to be protected

𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉🕯️⚰️

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cr. tim walker & artists of photos