infatuation // m.h

"Please don't go." "I'm sorry." "I hate you." "Can we go somewhere?" "I forgive you." "Do you actually love me?" "I don't want to be here anymore." "I fucking love you." "I'm sorry." "Please stay." These were things said often between the two. They were so enthralled in each other. They couldn't get enough. Skin to...

Art; DISCONTINUED

it was all mine. all the words he claim to write. they were mine.

Stockholm Syndrome / h. styles

Something so wrong, just felt so right.