❝thoughts of him consumed her entirely. seeping through the depths of her heart and crawling from the dungeons of her soul, thoughts of him gnawed the insides of her stomach. and as she writhed in pain, she knew he was poisoning her. this wasn't the kind of poison that kills you the moment you consume it. this was the kind of poison that withered you slowly but wholly. this was the kind that ensured that not a single crevice is left unattended , leaving you utterly no hope for even a snippet of survival. ❞
- he is her poison, yet she needs him and he knows that.
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evanescent blots.
Random❝my thoughts are stars that i cannot fathom into constellations.❞ - john green, the fault in our stars. • lowercase intended • cover credits - @crookednights
