Pongrácz Nóra

Pongrácz Nóra

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Luna

As the edge of the moon touched the top of the waterfall the cascade turned the color of the pale yellow moon. Slowly the light touched the river and began to flow down the river. He watched, pensive, as his cloak flapped int he light breeze.

laceandchintz: wendyloulou: bloody Mona Lisa! seriously why is this stupid jacket so amazingly sexy to me when he’s wearing it?? Ugh with that jacket and the cigarette…my vagina can’t take it

seriously why is this stupid jacket so amazingly sexy to me when he’s wearing it? Ugh with that jacket and the cigarette…my vagina can’t take it