‎֯ ྀྀ ˛ ◌ིྀ 𝐂ᴼ͟ⱽ͟ᴱ .

out on the flat, with my ear kissing the ice, i grasped the december wind's hand and waited for the lake to swallow us.

how could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?

it’s the like a prayer battle remix from deadpool and wolverine but instead of them being badasses it’s just a compilation of me falling over …. made by the sorority girls :(

and  all  these  words  are  sweet  and  meaningless,  you  can't  trust  a  single  thing  i  say.

i’m free this evening. if your name is grace ivers. if you’re free as well that would be great. maybe we can go on a date?

mine is the only one that matters , covey .

it’s called selective hearing and works wonderfully in my favour .