↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

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i. i call him the devil because he makes me want to sin and i know that love doesn't discriminate between sinners and saints

ii. my heart whispers a thousand times i love you i love you i love you i fucking love you

ii. my soul has been ripped to shreds,
torn apart by the hands of a thousand angry gods

iv. but he has little innocent demons in his eyes and they recklessly play with matches and i've never seen sparks so pretty

v. it can turn the sky crimson red and keep my bones warm for days but in the end our love is just fire and my heart is still paper