my heart echoes where i cannot go
miravrse
soft as she is—she has almost killed me with love for that boy (10)
University of Teyvat
potatoeggy
NaNoWriMo (4)
i ink, therefore i am
cafe_au_late
Gazing up to the sky
Irisinally
He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts. (1)
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Oscar Wilde