It’s horror this loneliness.
It’s horror this loneliness.
It’s horror this loneliness.
It’s horror this loneliness.
It’s horror this loneliness.
It’s horror this loneliness.
It’s horror this loneliness.
If flowers ever grow on my grave. Could I trust you to water them? Would you keep them alive like you failed to keep me breathing. No I am not sad I wanna live in a body that can at least make you smile.
Water my grave when flowers grow
_rainicide
Sunny💛🌻