↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

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i. i know you're not the one i'm looking for but i'm so cold and a fire is a fire is a burning scorching painful source of monstrous love.

ii. the sky is crimson red tonight and i love the way the sunlight shines on you while you stand there on the balcony smoking a cigarette. i smoke one too because maybe then you'll think i'm cool. i know these things will kill me but at least they'll never break my heart—

iii. —because here you are, with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue.

iv. i'm not sure if i should i out-monster the monster or just let it devour me quietly.