❝ I miss my pink pool ❞ 𖦹 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ She moved through the days like someone fading out of a photograph. No one noticed-not really- how her laughter came a second too late, or how her eyes stayed fixed on something far away. But Carl did, he saw the quiet undoing, the soft ache beneath her calm, and wished he could hold her before she disappeared completely.

"they're so pretty, it hurts. i'm not talking 'bout boys, im talking 'bout girls." ariana greenblatt x female!oc