Its Starting To Smell Like Pumpkin Spice!

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

⚠️It does not justify their actions and in a culture and period full of war and suffering⚠️

“His face was very close to mine. To my surprise he put his hands on my shoulders and leaned forward and kissed me, right on the mouth. It was a real kiss — long, slow, deliberate. He’d caught me off balance and I grabbed his arm to keep from falling; sharply, he drew in his breath and his hands went down to my back and before I knew it, more from reflex than anything else, I was kissing him, too. His tongue was sharp. His mouth had a bitter, mannish taste, like tea and cigarettes.”

— The Secret History, Donna Tartt

Richard was really giving y/n energy when he almost died from hypothermia and needed to be saved by a big smart man with dark hair.

The Secret History

This eternal bliss in the twilight fair.

My mind still caught in the winter air.

Running wild was not the ideal,

And the aftermath was a terrible ordeal.

Blood and salt and the heavenly nectar

Flowed through our flawed sector.

This experience was an ethereal one,

And nothing could ever be as fun.

Though the antlers may be soaked in blood,

It was worth all the flesh and flood.

The celestial mirth runs through our veins,

And many more, worth all our pains.

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Too sweet is Henry's song.