ANOBRAIN
ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.
careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
Once upon a time, we shared our wicked blisses. But in the end, they were nothing but cocaine kisses. Highest ranking: #42 in poetry
the cigarettes won't save me now. yet, the lungkiller sits mercifully between my teeth to grant me a temporary bliss in exchange for my health. it's not like i'm going to live forever. OR i've glitterglued my bones together and taped my eyes open; you're everywhere in my mind and the veins in my heart (whatever's lef...
MIN YOONGI. your eyes were hurt ( or i imagine they would be ) when you sincerely looked me in the eye and had that small pained smile. i'm sorry for cheating, but i can't remember with who it was. ․ ও placed in various aw...