Medici Chapel in Florence, Italy

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i'm shattered porcelain， glued back together again， invincible like i've never been.

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i am not meant for casual. i was born for soul crushing devotion.

NONS*XUAL DOMINANCE IS SO <3 having someone choose for you? placing a hand on your back? pulling you closer in crowded areas? fixing your hair when you didnt know it was messy? holding your hand to guide you through crowds? telling you when you should eat/go to bed? god tier

she is the alien woman, the sweetness of sin, the evil tongue.

we love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. it's feral.

i want to be happy but something inside me screams that i do not deserve it.

small small weak weak covered in bruises too fragile too young too quiet too shy too everything.