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
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braveryhoe-blog whispered

"all my hairties are gone, and i blame you"

interdiit:

@braveryhoe

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※  “I cannot help the fact that you buy cheap hair ties so every third one that i try to use breaks, mon cher. if you bought good hair ties, perhaps i would only steal one as opposed to three when i am trying to tie my hair back in the mornings.”

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“ you are always breakin’ my goddamned hairties

with your thick ass hair and your man yaoi hands ”