would an apple help him out?

your eyes are so pretty. i want to see you crying and sobbing over me.

mm, and what to cook for tonight?

i’m not a violent dog. i don’t know why i bite.

horribly burnt a pancake as he tried to flip one—at this hour? at this hour.

⠀you ask me about love and i tell you about violence . i’m sorry . i thought that’s what love was .

!2DFess | Let's talk about what haunts you, the echo that won't move on and cannot fade out. Or if you're not a fan of disturbing what should be dead, leave an RT to converse later. Thank you. - W-OC.

in a raging halloween party, his eyes would melt into a faltering gaze—eyeing a familiar face vanishing in a crowd, his remnants absolved.