themidnightcafe☂ and then they woke up and realized the entire century was a template and breeding ground for fakers. they poured out whatever they were drinking. they sat around on roman couches and siberian rugs, rubbing their eyelids, smoking pixie sticks and never feeling the same.

I go home to things like this all the time and everythings gold and baileys in a cup of ice, and sweets on a plate and things that clink and running through halls in a haze and being young again. and being young always. and you are hanging upside down but it is alright