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// i miss android what is this iPhone making me do go damn

he ate so fucking spicy and now his stomach hurts but he’s being so brave about it.

he has a joint, bad intentions and a promise not to bite of people want to smoke with him.

// hi sorry I disappeared I got angry I couldn’t download the damn edit so I took a small break but now I’m gonna actually work on the stuff I said I was gonna work on sorry lmao

he’s covered head to toe in sticky, almost dried, blood. walking back to his place. he’s chewing on something.

graou.

huh. is it so ? he supposes it is. he can’t really see himself. he swallowed whatever he was chewing on, eyes locked on the stranger.

there’s a strange silence as he keeps on staring. he’s trying to get a piece of something unstuck with his tongue. « a finger. »

between killing and dying there's a third way: live

// never did what I said I was gonna do and u know what sometimes u don’t gotta do what you gotta do cause that’s just how it is

mmh. it’s been a while. a gentle hand caresses his back, caring in its lightness. he feels different. “ salem, petit cœur, what is wrong? ”