𝒕𝙝𝒆 𝒃𝙧𝒐𝙠𝒆𝙣 𝙙𝒓𝙚𝒂𝙢.

someone who experiences many deaths: the reaper. or maybe a lover & a keeper.

felt that .

maybe it did , who knows .

“ It depends on what you could do for me and how I would react.” the blonde commented, leaning back in her chair, relaxing lazily before slowly passing him the joint, a wide smile playing on her lips as she kept her narrowed eyes at him.

we’re soulmates，you and i，but that doesn’t mean it works．

the world is still spinning as we can clearly see .

Okay, she’ll write that down in her diary and make sure he won’t be tortured too much while he waits. ( She replied with a playful smile appearing on her lips, then she picked up the joint before taking a hit, tilting her head back to release the smoke.)

Don’t feel alone about it, because it haunts her most of the time too. Are you seriously going to keep looking at the clock ? And he knows she rarely refuses a joint, start rolling one.

did you expect the world to blow . . ?

you can’t get me out of your head.

⠀ʽʽ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝔂ou ⠀⠀ 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 ⠀⠀ have ⠀⠀ to ⠀⠀ 𝓵ie ⠀⠀ to ⠀⠀ girls ⠀⠀… ⠀⠀ if ⠀⠀ 𝓽hey ⠀⠀ like ⠀⠀ you , ⠀⠀ they’ll⠀⠀ 𝒋ust ⠀⠀ lie ⠀⠀ to ⠀⠀ 𝓽hemselves ⠀⠀﹠͟.

It’s okay, honestly it’s normal to feel feelings even if you don’t want to; I missed you too, I must admit. I’ll try not to disappear again, at least not too often.