this fantastic mess.

dirty little whirlwind, i'm pinned to the heart of your swirl.


my fault.

i should’ve laid down next to you.

i should’ve nudged your sleeping figure until you awoke and told me things to make me sane again, or at least slip into insanity with me.

i should’ve trusted you to want to do that, and i should’ve trusted the promise of our bond.

you are my soulsister.

i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry.

that one was my bad.


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