privately madly deeply
. . you only fall in love with familiar things you don’t understand . .
i feel myself splitting into too many rooms of static you touch my hand & there i am do you want to be best friends? a box for yes, a box for no photo / tanya writing / DANEZ SMITH
why didn’t you keep fighting for me? will you come back to me? alls fair in love and war and now i’m ready photo / LucyCheung
You will leave your home: nothing will hold you
The rest is you and your morphine.