s. makovski,

the base human instinct: coping and seething.

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

https://t.co/EvRimUE7vx

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

"…We need to get you lotion," he says, voice clogged. The world has less noise now. "Why's your skin so dry, man?"

@Ioveletloose.

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

All sprawled along the park's bench, Simon's fingers are already reaching to speed dial @Ioveletloose's number on his cellphone with a concerning amount of ease despite being drunk out of his mind. The act itself seems reflexive. Makes anyone wonder just how many times this has

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

drunk again. Aksel will be miserable again. They will smoke, and Simon will force their pieces together again. Until one of them leaves. It will not be Simon.

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

/ memang istimewa 🚬🚬

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

@sylpitene / we live we love wuidih

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

/ 3 taun kebanyakan becanda

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

/ i feel SICK sometimes i forget just how terrible oki is to aksel...

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

Three Februarys have passed and he's still looking for relief at the bottom of a bottle.

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

Aksel, let's go home. Let's never leave home."

@Ioveletloose.

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

Just empty, common words. That's all he has for Aksel.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, arms crushing Aksel against him until no space is left between their lungs. "I don't know why I keep thinking about you dying. I don't know why I keep practicing your death in my mind. I'm sorry,

[s. makovski, @2ndhandshivers]

Ngapain ini bocah. Copotin rodanya sebiji.

[𝖐𝐚𝐭𝐣𝐚. @ringingbyes]

Lindes @2ndhandshivers’s feet.