sauvage.

euphemia. euphemia. euphemia. in my dreams.

you're mine, and i'll take whatever comes with that.

is it better to be born good or to overcome evil through great effort ?

you should have married her before. you knew how she felt. ／ don't you think i wanted that ? ／ then why didn't you ? ／ because .. my war isn't over yet ..

you are not capable of insulting—even in thought—her, who so loved and so loves you.

yes, yes, yes. i do like you. i am afraid to write the stronger word.

my @euphemiophilia. ♡

i crawl home to you. all my bones. all my ache. all my love.

@honeyndoves ૮ › 𖥦 ‹ ྀིა

SAUVAGE IS THAT YEW

gatsby looked at daisy the way all girls want to be looked at.

please — consider me as a dream.

in another life, but why not now ? why not this one ?

do you still perform autopsies on conversations you've had lives ago ?

a beast can never be as cruel as a human-being, so artistically, so picturesquely cruel.

your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

i was good. i was really good ..

i felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.

you know, i mean, like, is one of us gonna get hurt ? yeah, probably. but i'll do my best to make sure that it's me.

happy new year, my love .. may my letters of woe, grief, joy, and harmony continue to be written, enjoyed, loathed, indulged, or adored. may our days be softer and kinder and wiser. — sauvage.

i await. i rot.

so, in conclusion: