⠀⠀ joyeux anniversaire mon amour. 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

je n’ai plus de solution à tous ces problèmes.

je suis fatiguée.

bonne fête à l’Amour.

kings have honor, soldiers have bravery, poets have hearts, but all i have is rage.

let me wrap my teeth around the world.

you change your name, change your mind and leave this fucked up place behind but i’ll know.

⠀ 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟓 — 𝐍𝐞𝐰-𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤. et mon secret m'est cher, et chère ma 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; et j'ai fait le serment d'aimer sans 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆́𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. ( tw : relation sous emprise, violences conjugales, drogue ) ⠀

i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.

there's no water that can wash away this longing to be clean.

gods are stubborn. so am i.

he kisses you, because you're cold. he makes himself a hearth in your heart, because it's empty. bringing new kindling for the flame with every touch & broken gasp— he loves you, slaving away to feed your fire, even when the embers lick at his fingers.

a change of character, not a change of air is what you need.

how can you wonder your travers do you no good, when you carry yourself around with you? you are saddled with the very thing thay drove you away.

⠀ 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔 — 𝐍𝐞𝐰-𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤. we are deaf, we are 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛 free and young and we can feel none of it. ( tw : relation sous emprise, violences conjugales, drogue ) ⠀

and my hands are not clean, maybe they will never be. but they can still carry you home when you're ready to sleep.