It Would Be Beautiful, Wouldn't It?

It would be beautiful, wouldn't it?

To have you lay by my side on the grass; slowly being consumed by the green earth.

My mind is hazy; it rests in a perpetual state of frenzy

One sitting outside the door while conversing on the phone while the other doesn't know of this is something I love sO much foran inexplicable reason. I feel it's just the fact that he's so close to you and yet something separates you; the fact that you are overwhelmed and maybe afraid for you know not what this close future holds. I dunno boy I just love it. I'd open the door and crumble into his embrace and sob incessantly but that's dramatic maybe [I'd do it nonetheless idc bitches]

♡♡♡♡♡

He’s been sitting outside the door for the past 20 minutes WHY IS HE SO FUCKING PERFECT AHHHH

He isn’t perfect. He literally could have said all this years ago 😂 or at least said she was pretty

alike many fellow mortals, home was my first grave.

😭 that's so Kanha of him

𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

KRISHNA : [carrying all the groceries]

RUKMINI : [reaches hand to help]

KRISHNA : [aggressively moves all bags to one hand to hold Rukmini's hand]

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The Mill on the Floss, George Eliot