⠀ will you hold my fingers and kiss my alcohol – drenched lips .ᐣ will you love my scars and scratches and my disgusting skin .ᐣ will you love my mind filled with anxiety and woe .ᐣ
⠀ will you love a monster .ᐣ
/ so anyways. i see that you’ve blocked me on my other account. the fact that you did that because i didn’t respond or even accept your apology tells me what type of person you are.
burn in hell with the spider-man lotus cast. we don’t need people who excuse racism and hate on
“ something people can’t take away from you. is that you know me more than anyone.
no one knows us the way we know us, darling. no one will. “
she’s musing, scooting close to his body, head on his chest, sighing softly.
❝Something I’m very proud of, baby.
Maybe I do know.
After all, nobody knows us the way we know each other.❞
As he makes himself comfortable on the bed with her, he notices how soft and comfy the new plush sheets are.
She made a good choice.
“ still always manages to make me blush, you know.
it’s like you know the right things to say. “
she’s humming to herself, feeling the comfort of their new sheets resting along her skin, beckoning him close.
❝Ooh, I love me some fresh sheets!
All soft n’ stuff.
Silky smooth like your skin.❞
As they reach the top of the stairs, he frees one of his hands to caress her cheek.
“ mhm. especially with you, it’s perfect.
plus —- i got new sheets. “
she’s holding on tight, not wanting to let go, humming to herself.
goodness, he’s absolutely perfect for her.
❝I’d be happy to.
Bed sounds real good right about now.❞
He says carrying her up the stairs, keeping her close to him.
He doesn’t want to let her go ever again.
she feels content, more than. just happy he’s around —— goodness, she’s missed him more than anything.
“ take me to bed?
it’s been lonely without you. “