flowersandfilm

locked in frames frames of some points of wanting it so badly it was always wrong but i saw a time and in it i was alive

this is an open letter to hopeless romantics (and not just the love involving sex) i have a way of romanticizing even the worst of things...

such bunny hearted fool yesteryears all the same it’s in your head, then in your bed won’t fall toy without stains tucked in your old...