you can love a monster， it can even love you back， but that doesn't change its nature.

( 💭 ) it's a brief trip home. ( everything is white. pristine and clean. untouched by colour. even the footprints he leaves behind are swallowed up by the bleached surroundings. he is the only splash of colour. black hair and sun-kissed skin. he hums, step after step. )

ㅤ What the fuck. He's returning the hits with his own baseball bat. ㅤ

ㅤ Stupid. You are going to pay for your own hospital bills. ㅤ

ㅤ This is unnecesary, however. Stop hitting me ( keeps hitting ). ㅤ

ㅤ Too cold. Nap time. ㅤ