letters to you
❝ i miss the way your name tastes like forbidden toxins on my lips. ❞ copyright - all rights reserved
❝ i miss the way your name tastes like forbidden toxins on my lips. ❞ copyright - all rights reserved
and so I will take you through the years of her existence as she contemplates how long it was supposed to be.
A place where I store ideas 'bubbling' in my head. [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
A mental patient searching for the Impossible. " I don't wanna stop pretending. If I do, everything will be more terrible than it is now. Why can't I just pretend? I can pretend Dad doesn't wanna hurt me and I didn't do what I did to you and Mom isn't scared of me. Why can't I just pretend? That way maybe I can be hap...