It’s perplexing how a single-second event can bring you right back. Back to June. Back to the nights where my thoughts orbited around you. Long were those nights, and short were those days. Your eyes still hold a fragment of me, a glimpse of the familiar girl I was months ago. Oh, the prices i’d pay to see into your thoughts when you saw into my soul. Nothing’s worse than missing you darling. February, lover dearest, take me back

cut the ribbon
pull the trigger

we’re all cracks in the fucking cake. with every breath we take we get closer to the final break. I’m baked. UNITTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. you don’t even know