Be the man she dream of and let her be the women you can’t stop dreaming of ❤️
I loved them very much 😍 💓
The most thing I buy, the most thing I can't find ..🎀
Your opinion outfits ❤️
One of the nice things in winter ☃️🌈 the colors freak out
We both know you would've broken my heart until there was nothing left to break, and I would've let you. I would've scattered petunias over the wounds you have re-opened. I would've carved you poems on flickering streetlights. I would've set sunrises on fire — kissed you as it died down. I would've skinned your neck open to know what turns my kiss into heartbreak, and what turns that heartbreak in ...
[ tw ] How many more girls should die in my poems just so I don't become one of them? How many more girls should die by their hands each time I felt like dying by mine? Nights now belong to January, and I have started losing count. — Fray Narte, "papercuts never felt as deep, happy new year"
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚!