So,
This is based around 19th century,
Im a just a son of this well known, rich person. And i go to a ball with couple of my companions (like Pride and Prejudice).
So i was standing beside the dancing area...
I saw, this really astonishing, most wonderfull, beautiful lady i saw (even in IRL). Presumably i was handsome, i invited this lady for a dance. (Why not?) And after that i didnt even know when 2 hours passed, dancing with her. She has these really deep brown eyes, sparkling with lights of candles and all the lights around us. the dress, blue like ocean or a sky. Her hair, mud-colored and her fragrance, all these things to die for. We kept dancing & dancing i was with her and she was with me, but i was mostly in her eyes, browsing through her emotions like, pain, sorrow, oppression and repayment. But i ignored them and kept dancing. i was also ignoring the faded view of surrounding at that time i can only see us, only us. I thought the red stains her blue oceanic dress was just a mere mirage. As i kept dancing she too seemed like she was fading and i was struggling to clinge to her last reflection. I closed my eyes, thinking that its just an illusion, hoping that everything will become back as while i was in her eyes. I opened my eyes but all i could see was that bright, effervescent chandelier, just like her earrings
“I don’t want to be pretty, I want to be deadly”
Michael Angelo's painting on top of the Palace of Versailles (ph. Adrianna Geo).
this couldn't be more true
no one:
me: feels guilty for not reading, yet still doesn’t read
sometimes you gotta art yourself beacuse nobody else does :)
“A lot of people tell me I’m a bit dreamy. But I like the idea of that. Of being somewhere else.”
— Alex Turner
serotonin dose guys!
loggin back on here, feels like picking up that half read book and continuing with the story line
“All I want is a connection in which I receive the same amount of effort as I put in. For once, I don’t want to be drained because I give my everything to someone who can’t even appreciate me.”
- 3am overthinker
just a lost 18 year old kid in search of something (he/him)
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