i never seem to run out of tenderness for you and because i need to feel you near. excuse the bad writing and excuse the emotional overflow. what i mean to say, perhaps, is that, in a way, i am never empty of you; not for a moment, and instant, a single second.

Blushy🐻

زهرة نيساني —

So precious.

I miss my baby </3

i missed her so much that i wanted to build a hundred-foot memorial to her with my bare hands. i wanted to see her sitting in a vast stone chair in hyde park, enjoying her view. everybody passing could comprehend how much i miss her. how physical my missing is.

This<<<33

but i miss you to the point of anguish. i'd like to see you and have you to myself — just to myself — for a long, long, while.

My kitten and a kitten.

Fire ashes

A close up

I miss my delicate sweet lover.

للمعلومية ترى تحفي الفنية و المصنوعة بكُل حب عادت للبيع من جديد. الرابط بالبايو

أحلى عيون*

🥺😢

To be a comfort to you, if only a small comfort, that would be my joy. Franz Kafka, 1914.