❝hi, i think you're really cute.❞ ❝hi anon, i think you're wrong.❞ ♢ ♢ ♢ boyxboy connor franta + troye sivan lowercase intended
"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and...
