𝒕𝙝𝒆 𝒃𝙧𝒐𝙠𝒆𝙣 𝙙𝒓𝙚𝒂𝙢.

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

Apparently her sister , Cassie .

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 . . ?