[ ;;&. starter for the beautiful @sensualiist; ]

“i come with your favorite candy and flowers,” nick murmured pretty loudly, looking around the open door to look at demi. he was a little more wary recently, not wanting to be on the end of her hormones, so he always came back to the hotel room with something now. “and maybe a couple of kisses if you’re wanting them.” deciding he was in the clear, nick stepped in and closed the door behind him quickly. “dems?”

this september will be the first september in almost 20 years that I’m not going back to school and, honestly, I’m terrified. School and education have been such a huge part of my identity for years now and I don’t know what to do with myself???

I was in the store the other day and had this sudden urge to buy notebooks because, hey, it’s August, school’s starting soon and– oh wait.

I know come mid-term season that I’ll be glad that I’m not writing exams but, I dunno, there’s something incredibly comforting to me about fall and walking to school with all the leaves on the ground and studying with a warm drink. Maybe it’s because that’s all I’ve ever known fall to be.