i’ll tell you anything you want to hear

i’d write poems on your skin with my lips

i never wish to be easily defined

can i do my british accent around you #flirting

future wife please stab me

i was looked at, but i wasn’t seen

consumed by death

i have so much to say to you that i’m afraid i shall tell you nothing

i’ll hold your heart like a flower

silent hill

need that vampiric kind of devotion

this is fun

forever in a constant state of derealisation

reminiscing

dear future wife goodnight i’m gonna dream about our life together

whatever