god, i want you, in some chaste victorian way. a glimpse of your ankle just kills me.

Totalement le genre de trucs que je dis à Bart.

M’enfin. Horrible journée en tout cas.

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒂̀ 𝒍'𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆́ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

//, elle s'autorise à partir et à prendre soin d’elle, après la publication du recueil en plus, je chiale 🥹

Trois mois.

Dire que j’voulais qu'on fête notre anniversaire ensemble.

i don’t know what’s got its teeth in me, but i’m about to bite back in anger.

what a privilege it was to matter to you.

if you asked me, i’d fall into hell with you. i’d go anywhere. i could do anything. anything! but i can’t stand it if you’re not here. don’t imagine i could be happy without you. don’t run away. don’t run from me. please… i beg you… please don’t leave me alone.

Il me manque.

he loved you. he gave his life for you. in his final moments, he gave you a reason to keep living... but you're just gonna ignore that to go keel over and die, right?

J’assume plus du tout de parler à trop de gens. Ça va encore disparaître comme un fantôme.

Où sont mes potes. Argh.

𝓖𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭. Le phœnix.

a lot has happened, and i am thoroughly confused at this point.

or am i too weak to save you in the end?

C’notre anniv. Aujourd'hui.

Des verres entre Spark et Poe'. L’halloweeversaire de folie.