when i write, i think myself a wolf, howling to the moon. and when someone reads, i feel they too, are a wolf, howling to the moon. and although we are worlds apart, we are together still-- a pack of wolves, howling at the moon
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Stories by rubatosiac
aesthete✔️
not my content, but parts will be used in some of my novelettes.
r u i n e d
« there is no hope
there is no love
there is only hate
and the painful memories
of how you ruined...
pretty boys✔️
if 'i love you' was a promise, would you break it if you're honest?