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✈︎ tell us a beautiful lie (or sing the empty truth), 29, kylan lorain, hot mess, alcohol addict, baker, chronicled dumb himbo. "Perhaps I would be happier if you had not lashed along with your tongue; perhaps I would not be mad at all dear date of mine." "At least give him a chance, you...

"Tell me, am I still a fool for wanting to love you?" "No, just desperate and lonely."

I still look at you as if you put the stars in the sky.

✈︎ when the breeze rushes (it reminds me of you) clyde bridges, missouri, tattoo artist, loves traveling, rock climber, 29. ‘i know you’re red brass and fierce kicks and metal hands, but please. please i beg you, just - just be soft for once. be soft and be mine.’ “careful.” he says, placing...

“It hurts.” She whispers, huddling close. Her words confess to a world he doesn’t know what to do with - Doesn’t know how to fix it or help or ease the pain. He can only be there. “I know.” Holds him closely, her dainty knuckles a pearly white, tight and taut as if he was a ghost and might’ve...

“You make me so fucking mad when I see you.” He laughs and smiles. It’s a half way thing, always between a grin and a threat. “Really, you should be a crime to just exist - A paradox. Sociable, but alone. Gentle, but too rough. Pretty and yet terrifying. Passionate but also detached...

“You’re one of the rare ones, you know.” The rain tapers down on the pavement, clattering rhythmically. “Am I?” Laughing, a smile slips on her wispy lips. “Is there any particular reason you’re saying this?” “No. I’m just thinking.” He smoothly replies, absently fiddling with his bracelet...

Angelic eyes he has With them he sees past and future With their gaze he sees how the stars are drunk And the moon is intoxicated, blistering from the sins of the sun He stares, and wonders why the universe never loved him back.

“When did I become like this, I wonder?” Chin on her shoulder, he chuckles bitterly. “Half knife, half man, I mean.” “You mean…?” Inquiring, she holds him closer, arms tightening. “I can’t read your mind, you know.” She hums. Frowning in contemplation, he lets the words hang for just a moment...

“You remember too much.” She says, swinging her feet almost petulantly. “Why hold onto all that?” “Hold onto what?” He huffs. “That… weight on your chest. I see it every time you think no one is looking.” Elaborating, she stares. “Why?” The man laughs. “Where can I put it down?” He answers...

“It was sad, I think.” “What was?” Her brow crinkles slightly, emerald eyes staring at him while clipped nails tap on the desk. “To see her love so deeply - To see the people she surrounded herself with.” “Why?” At that, he pauses, hesitating. “Because no one loved her back.”

the balkans are one of the only places where you can argue about being more white than the neighbor next door

‘the poet that laughs quietly, mutters underneath his breath, noticing little details no one sees, a head full of entire worlds but struggling to find the words.’

pirate

✈︎ 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀... #𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗒𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. © ♫ 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌; ༒ 𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. ༒ 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌,𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌. ༒ 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌. ༒ 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌. ༒ 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗌. “merry as a drunken sailor walking the plank and loud as a singing siren.” ✈︎ age, personality; 20 and absolutely down to do anything with...

Spoon

“The word ‘courtesy’ is not in his dictionary.”

Fluffy

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