Armie
here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.
here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.
An elevator is an almost place. It's a waiting place. You stand intimately close to strangers, for no reason other than you both don't want to take the stairs. You stand so close that you can smell each other's sweat and skin and hair. And sometimes, the person you're standing next to smells like cinnamon donuts.
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