𓆙 ↳ ⿻ ' 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 !

she's so pretty it hurts

my crush broke up with her girlfriend of eleven months. oh my god.

george and dream can run me over um anyways -

fuck america

if you support trump please unfollow me <3

taron egerton's thighs.
          
          that's it. that's the tweet.

 ↳ ⿻  her heart a dusky,
                          ebony pit; a black
                          hole in a space of beauty;
                          as dark as the night sky...
          
           ↳ ⿻ her skin an incandescent,
                         porcelain glow; a sense of
                         radiance against the horrid
                         pain inside; like the calm
                         before a storm.
          
           ↳ ⿻ her hair falling into her
                         face like delicate, taupe
                         ferns; a short, wavy mop
                         of fragile fronds; as
                         cocoa-colored as a mocha
                         espresso.
          
           ↳ ⿻ her eyes a murky, but
                         astounding gray-green;
                         deep amblygonite waves
                         of raging oceans; like her
                         face is the sand and her
                         eyes are the waters.
          
           ↳ ⿻ her lips a rosy, plump
                         allurement; pomegranate
                         tulips blooming in the fall;
                         as dull and dusty as the
                         leaves that travel to the
                         ground.
          
           ↳ ⿻ her teeth a beaming,
                         pearly alabaster; a
                         piano bed of swans
                         swimming in milk; like
                         old, slightly worn ancient
                         pillars.
          
           ↳ ⿻ her touch... the best of all.
                         her touch is warm,
                         surprisingly gentle and
                         yearning; her poor ebony
                         heart longs for a simple
                         embrace; and when she
                         receives one... she changes;
                         as dismal as a heavy, sagging,
                         desolate, slate-gray rain cloud.

hey frand