look at me now.

Sunday 31 December 2017

falling strange.

24/10/16:619am.

You're going to wake up with the realisation of how repulsed you are with the idea of kissing different strangers each week and how the ones you still choose to kiss are no longer strange to you. Growing some sort of attachment to them; looking for something more. Suddenly for some bloody odd reason to you, they are a bit too fucking beautiful. Who would've thought?

-riri-

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