The night-time confessions of two uncouth strawberry bandits.

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

broken-hearted boys

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.

a natural hierarchy