if i’m being honest, my grief has never left me. she waits for me to go to bed at night, she cuddles me close & doesn’t let go. i guess it’s better.. i just wish she was you.
maybe this anger will turn into something beautiful, branched out like vines, dancing with the soil. or maybe it won't. maybe it will rot inside me —— nothing left but a decrepit mass of long—forgotten fruit.
OUT OFF HENRY ; oiiii, meu personagem precisa de plots de amizades, inimizades e um interessante amoroso. Quem tiver interesse em combinar alguma coisa, pode curtir esse post e eu chamo na dm ☝🏻