titanium
in my forearm
always tripping
off
minutia of the moment
acid, or opponents
fracturing
my friendships
ego is eternal
I kill it every evening
looking at the moon
fantasizing bout you
I read your tweets to feel complete; you’re out there yearning, I’m in here yearning; we don’t work we shouldn’t speak but I hope if I call you that you answer before the beep
Matt Smith and Emma D’Arcy really are in a tier above. The chemistry is insane. It’s wild how they spent the vast majority of last season away from each other