please let me and wash your hair and scratch your back. let me be the one to take care of you.

he gift—wraps self—sacrifice and calls it love; he has never known how to love any other way. he has never given his heart in scraps. it has always been laid bare, whole and beating, on the altar.

it’s hard to forget you & those doe—eyes..

ㅤ ㅤ all i wanna do is find a way back into love . . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ 𝕿𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝓟𝐎𝐄𝐓. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ a poem that i wrote . . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ new style .ᐟ ㅤ ㅤ

your new life will cost you your old one.

even you, who's forever cold, will find someone who will keep you warm.

ㅤ ㅤ darling . . ? ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ haha . . ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ 𝕿𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝓟𝐎𝐄𝐓. ㅤ ㅤ

desiderium.⠀ weewoo i feel so icked right now . .

ㅤ ㅤ 𝕿𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝓟𝐎𝐄𝐓. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ let me love the parts of the book that you hate . . 𝕿𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝓟𝐎𝐄𝐓. ㅤ ㅤ

everyday of my life, i think of you.

i’d rather die with you than live in this world without you.

ㅤ ㅤ AAAH AM I SO LATE ?? HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ oh i am so glad , i hope you had the best birthday. how are you these days ? ㅤ ㅤ