Wehl wehl wehl lok hu whe hav her

"just hold me," and he does.

I met a boy with pretty eyes on a plane. Never trust boys with pretty eyes.

Poems for Good Measure

"Hey there Delilah." "Yes Nick. That just happens to be my name." "What's it like in New York city-" "I don't know what's in like in New York city." "Oh Delilah-" "Nick, shut up." "Make me." Delilah Devine hates her name. Absolutely loathes it. Maybe if it had been something else Nick Popper might stop singing in her ear. {a story written in conversations} (cover by @dripdrippitydrop)