the boys are gods
a natural hierarchy
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romanticism of monsters
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.
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tattoo me into your bones so you'll never forget what bad faith tastes like
jus cant shake u
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