4:27 a.m. 8/20/19
you are so beautiful you walk in the sunset i see you i look at you
sunset glow you are so beautiful
my daydreams and my sleep dreams have become indistinguishable, written in the same language, i don’t even have choose to think about you anymore. you’re with me always if not in real life then in my mind and i cannot be bored knowing you exist. when you walk away to go home for the night you have not left me at all
it’s so fucking funny when someone you’re unrequitedly in love with bumps into you or brushes off you or smth and they say sorry like lmao don’t worry about it sis i would fuck you if you asked
Feodor Encke (1851–1926)
Allegoria della primavera

