❝ September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. ❞
In which a salty libra with a dark sense of humour rants & misquotes greek gods because why not?
❝ Dear Diary: My teen angst bullshit now has a body count. ❞
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❝ September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. ❞
In which a salty libra with a dark sense of humour rants & misquotes greek gods because why not?
❝ Dear Diary: My teen angst bullshit now has a body count. ❞
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲
"Fuck, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Huh?"
"It took me three...