❝his breath is near,
i feel him dangerously
close to my neck.
"i love you."
the devil whispers
against my ear.❞
wuz cracken'? hope not your head. so um, the name's bianca but please call me ian.
xvii. diagnosed with an incorrigible obsession with shawn mendes and ruel van dijk. likes roman numerals and ancient things and bands and playing instruments and many things.
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second account: @weatheringheights
twitter: @biancaasierra
- in mah house, duh
- JoinedFebruary 14, 2015
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Sep 18, 2020 07:07AM
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