͏   ͏𝚔𝚗𝚞𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒  ͏    ͏ 𝑣e𝑙ve͟t.

/ oh my doe eyed baby

training, every kid in glasgow got it at school. surprised i even remember. (niall sinks into a seat at the table, the space beside him empty and inviting.)

always——and rummages through a box of borrowed comfort underneath the sink: sterile gauze, a freshly damp cloth, and a few extra bandages. enough for now, enough for a wound that will always be reopened.) it’s just basic first aid…

you’ve been speaking to the town nans? […] dread to think what they think of you. (𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥, so he tries with a wry smile, even if his humorous attempt shrinks beneath that all-consuming shadow. niall follows inside——blindly, like…

“last time a seen my brother. last time i seen the sun.”

bambi

@stormedbrother / delicious.. i think twit just ate ur reply to me saying i liked placebo. hivemind

@halfhollowed // limb by limb split spine to sternum

// literally what the fuck is he so small for I am gonna puke

/ sometimes i get sad thinking about how obviously riddled with nightmares about ruben niall clearly was as an adult, but i listen to this song and wonder if somewhere through it all there were loving dreams, dreams where they were both safe, young, untouched and purified

/ my rubambi playlist sorry im done now open.spotify.com/playlist/0eLeS…

/ my ruben playlist, not music he’d listen to, but music about him / music that fits his vibe open.spotify.com/playlist/2HBRA…

@stormedbrother / he’s in mine 💔 should’ve stuffed him in ruben’s bag

@halfhollowed // you could fit him in a suitcase :-)

@stormedbrother / petite princess

// 3 grapes tall

he hit me and it felt like a kiss

the ring on ruben's chain and the ring on niall's hand #thinking

god knows i am incapable of becoming the creature i was supposed to be. i want you to know if i lose everything， it was never mine.

/ light of my life my beautiful muse

private, low activity niall kennedy / richard gadd’s half man. written by ophelia, 21ꜛdd:dne, tws in ALT.