"there's no going back once
you're guts turn black."
alcohol dipped tears slurred the image of the shaken letters of dans thoughts.
the pencil, a knife.
tearing the seams of his skin.
blood abandons a crimson river
as the metallic taste overfills his throat.
in a hopeless plea for oxygen,
vital fluid forcefully
transpired onto paper,
the sounds of coughing and crying carry to the stars.
dan doesn't mind.
he likes the sensation of nothingness, he likes the sensation of a black hole.
yet, he is aware black holes are synonyms to death.
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i never fucking update im sorry. shits kinda hard atm and i haven't had any motivation to write. but im going to work on a writing schedule!! yay (: i hope you enjoyed. im kinda proud of this but i feel it could be written better. feedback is appreciated <3 xo
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7:54 pm // phan au
Fanfiction"galaxies in his eyes, yet he's not aware. in love with the boy with flowers in his hair" - spaceboy!dan & plantboy!phil
