ngh… how long was i out for?

／ currently on a trip so will get to stuff when i return

and so the lion fell in love with the lamb. / what a sick, masochistic lion.

oh—

haven’t seen yours, that’s for sure.

what do you think?

i do. i think they’ll look nicer in my hands though.

i’ll pass. need these hands to work and i don’t wanna risk losing ‘em.

/ i am chopped liver

god, i need a smoke.

… nice costume.

call it whatever you want, i won’t judge. the makeup though? exquisite.

i see. live your truth, bud.

she catches the pack, flips it open to pluck a cigarette, and twirls it between her fingers. “not sure whether you love me or want me dead.”

“i’d say i’m honoured.” she sticks the cigarette between her lips and leaves it as it is, dry, unlit. her fingers begin to twitch as the craving gets the better of her. she sighs. “do you have a match?”

it is.

why not? it feels good.