“beggars mustn’t be choosers, dear gilbert…”
the soft southern accent fragile on his lips.
the words sounding foreign upon his tongue
he gentle pressed two pills into his dearest’s palm
“come to bed. rest with me…”
MOVING TO DEFININGBRAVERY ( my shit )
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- two
like an icarus who flew too close to the sun; i was scorched and broken; and now all i see are the ashes of my tortured heart // chronicled by alixander
DARLING OPEN YOUR EYES LET ME SHOW YOU THE LIGHT YOU MAY NEVER FIND A LOVE THATS RIGHT
i'm tired of being alone
