People From Classic Paintings Inserted Into Modern City Life
this is my favorite thing
I hate this feeling.
Like I’m here,
but I’m not.
Like someone cares.
But they don’t.
Like I belong somewhere else,
anywhere but here,
and escape lies
just past that snowy window,
cool and crisp
as the February air.
In this world it’s yeet or be yeeted
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(Source: secretdreamlife)