just the two of us? / do we need any more?

He was. Thats what she reminds him of.

Well, circling back around to the beginning of this conversation, her blush is as pink as a rose—the same shade actually. Pink roses symbolize admiration, happiness, and love; things she tends to display.

i just miss you, in quite a simple, desperate, human way.

Always a warmth in his chest when hating is involved. Then again, it could be the alcohol.

|| I’ve gone back to read some of Devon’s tweets and interactions—he’s actually hilarious LMAO

He does like red. Some would say it’s his favorite color.

Don’t ask too much of him. That requires energy he doesn’t have and effort he won’t give.

No need to do that for him. She looks fine in whatever color she chooses to wear.

He misses the quiet.

He’s out for a walk on a trail behind his home.

“Now, go.” He points.

“Okay,” He whispers, nodding his head. “just until you fall asleep.”

He climbs in next to her, his legs crossing at the ankles. Devon opens his arms. “Come on.”

|| I’m experience a burn-out of the life variety and have backed away from EVERYTHING. So i’m sorry, i’m collecting screws as we speak

|| hi yall still alive—still have this account just wanted to let my friends know im okay

He whistles into the night only to hear his tune echo back to him. Quiet night for him.

“Veeeee-laaaaah…”

Sometimes you have to grow bored of humanity and go into a coffin for a few months.