𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯

The feelings were inexorably pervasive; they slyly slipped through the crevices of my thoughts as a persistent conundrum.

i hope you never have to think about anything as much as i think about you

“Do you want a coffee?” Theo asked.

“I don’t know, am I alive and breathing?” I replied.

“It’s pretty late. Decaf?” He asked.

“Please don’t insult me like that.”

— an excerpt from my work in progress novel (thedeadpoets-blog)

The grand staircase of the Law Courts of Brussels, Belgium.

by mauro_roberto__

© 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾

mermaid sculptures

Galerie Sciarra by sylwia_szczerbetka.