𝓐.

⠀ ❛ 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆. especially not with a trustee pass. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀

breaking and entering— into his own apartment...

memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.

my body's made of crushed little stars.

cold—blooded and perfect.

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your brain can do amazing things to protect itself from pain. but it'll struggle to keep secrets from the rest of you for long.

⠀ ⠀◟ * ⧗ . ⠀ nothing ever ends poetically；it ends and we turn it into poetry. all of that blood was never once beautiful. it was just 𝒓𝒆𝒅.

i see you everywhere， in the stars， in the river. to me you're everything that exists， the reality of everything.

if we are to continue , you must know how 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 this is .. how 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 i am ..

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