——flash fire

“…i want to shine on in the hearts of men, i want a meaning from the back of my broken hand.”

          for gold.           listen.

—send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.     (accepting)

“Honestly?”

“I don’t know. These things are always gonna be complicated; I haven’t even figured it out myself.” He supposes actually considering these things might’ve helped him organize his feelings a little earlier on, but when had he ever been the type of person to pay attention to his emotions? Gross.

—send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.     (accepting)

“Uh, sorry to bore you, but hate’s a real strong word. There’s people I don’t really like, but I don’t think I’ve met anyone who seriously warrants being straight-up hated by me.”

girl 1: oh my god, that guy is grabbing seaweed out of the ocean with his bare hands

girl 2: really?? is he crying??

girl 1: only a little bit