l a p i n e;
Oh, little doe.
indie | selective lily evans rp
"Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty sleeper.
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road.
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder.
Inside your head than the winter of dead.
I will tell you I love you.
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears.
My nose and feet are running as we start.
To travel through snow.
Together we go."
out of
indie | selective lily evans rp
"Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty sleeper.
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road.
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder.
Inside your head than the winter of dead.
I will tell you I love you.
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears.
My nose and feet are running as we start.
To travel through snow.
Together we go."
out of
“‘S not a crime to get a midnight snack from the kitchen, Evans,” Ned smiled wickedly. “Would you like some cherry pie?”
⊰ ✼ ⊱; ❝ уєѕ, вυт ιт'ѕ αgαιηѕт тнє
rules to be caught outside
of the commons rooms as
this time. ❞
Her eyebrows furrowed,
it smelled delicious.
❝ No. Thank you, really. ❞
