"𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔢'𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔡. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔴. 𝔚𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫." 
                                                                 ~ ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔯, ℑ𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔡

An eighteen-year-old dark academia enthusiast, queer, slytherin, writer, artist, and slave to the whims of a wild imagination who uses tea as a coping mechanism and has a rather frustrating talent for inconsistency and procrastination. 

Welcome to my little fragment of the universe. It's a little dark, and kind of smells like stale coffee beans. But if you, too, wish to be enthralled, intoxicated, maddened, and fascinated by all that is real, bizarre and incomprehensible, you might just find you belong.



𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔.

So I refuse to let myself wait, hold on or be told. And I dare you to refuse to submit, too. You are the sun. Seize your fate in your own two hands as if it were the sky. Be picturesque; decadent; divine; mysterious; dramatic; magical; insane; chaotic; elegant; inebriated; proud; ambitious; timeless; immortal; a poet; a painter; a muse; a lover; a gypsy; a philosopher; a heretic; a scholar; a tragedy; a young god; and an artist while you can.

Reality is fleeting and death waits for no one.