No love will ever cure the awful truth, that my heart has already begun to rot. And rotten things cannot be eaten. Not without poisoning the one who hungers for them. So love me if you must. Hold me. Kiss me. Call it devotion. But understand this: you cannot survive on a heart like mine. Which means, in the end, you will die.
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JAILUNCLE
Aug 31, 2026 05:51PM
Republished my Yellowjackets fanfic cuz i can’t wait for the new season and have been binge watching non stopView all Conversations
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anti psychotics - yellowjackets
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