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.

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It was when Isabelle looked up as they fell asleep that she let her thoughts wander. Theo was home, and the other half of her heart. Mattew made her feel so beautiful it hurt.