LoverBoy

I keep writing to someone who doesn’t exist.

A playlist for wanting something beautiful:

Tonight feels like red neon and the taste of something you shouldn’t have said.

We don’t really fall in love with people.

Romance is just projection with better lighting.

Lover Boy’s don’t exist.

You ever been in love with someone and then given them a love potion and then had a kid with them and love them very much so you take them off the potion cause surely now after years of being your play thing they love you but they don’t do they leave and you give birth to a cute little boy who grows up to be a 10/10 hottie but also low key just decides death is a great thing when it’s not his so he splits his soul into seven pieces and also starts World War One and Two: the wizarding edition, because let’s be so for reals, this man is the nose-less version of Hitler, it’s his trademark and everything, and so this little kid is put to death except it fails and he grows up without mummy and daddy and he has to take down this guy after 17 years of working his sweet cheeks off except not really and so your beautiful baby boy who’s not even 100 yet is killed but you don’t really care cause he killed you so yeah. No? Just Merope Riddle? Well then.

If you leave your window open, I’ll climb into your thoughts and dreams.