pitmagrin:
😍
sp3ktr:
Day 197 of the walls inside our heads. I wish
i could reach out and strip your mind of falsehoods like a sex scene on
late night cable, a slow pan of fear, anxiety, regret, and jealousy
laying on the floor next to the bed. Let me whisper "when doves cry"
softy in your ear while hot, salty tears wash you clean