enemies to lovers who are ACTUALLY enemies filled with absolute disgust and hatred for one another to the point that it becomes an unhealthy obsession only for them to realise that they can't stop thinking about each other it drives them crazy.

we hold each other the way fire holds what it burns.

enemies to lovers to exes to enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers

were we the boys who were gods for a moment?

i can't let go when something's broken. it's all i know, and it's all i want now.

mother's blood like a fever in my skin. i carry a curl of my sister's hair in the locket around my neck, and her face in the reflection of every mirror. i carry my brother's words like a scar across my palm, with a tenderness that can only bloom from sharing a nursery like ours.

my darling, suddenly the line of your hip becomes the brimming curve of the wine goblet.

your heart will become a dusty piano in the basement of a church and she will play you when no one is looking. now you understand why it is called an organ.

'kiss me again,' he says, drunk and foolish. 'kiss me until i am sick of it.'

i have this dream that i am hitting my dad with a baseball bat and he is screaming and crying for help. maybe halfway through, it has more to do with me killing him than it ever did protecting myself.

| pour rappel j’ai toujours ce compte dédié aux écrits à contextes donc n’hésitez pas à aller y faire un tour si l’envie vous en dit. <3