Everyone creates the thing they fear…

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the fabric on my top is stunning

Big toys, little custom.

Why can’t you let go? Like a bird in the snow. This is no place to build your home.
—  lyrics from Friction by Imagine Dragons

F I G U R E M Y. H E A R T. O U T.

When your jam comes on, but ya squad ain’t there


He’s going to be a great father.

Sylvie just looked so damn cute when she was sleeping. Ella had been trying to find her girlfriend (god that was so awesome to think, girlfriend) so they could have lunch together, and found her in her dorm room, asleep on some papers, one arm tucked under her head. Squatting down to her level, Ella absently ruffled hr hair, kissing Sylvie on the nose. “Good afternoon,” she whispered, nose crinkling.