taking toffee with your vicodin, something sweet to forget about him.

(vintage dress, random hat and socks, topshop mary-janes)

autumn classes have started up again, which means i'll be spending the majority of my time treking across campus in impractical shoes and crying studying at the library. but there is something undeniably romantic about the endless rows of dusty books - each one filled with the stains of a former student's blood and tears... the sweet smell of desolation...