#for l

we run; we try, we push, we cry. the maps of our lives plotted in our mind's eye. but time is a thief, a white rabbit, an assassin in the dark. she fashions a white picket fence as a stake through the heart. if you tell me to book it, we will head for the river; the great illusionists together once more. for a calm riverbed still hurtles beneath the shore.

'Cause I was feeling so logical

My sweet and sticky mess.

Let this never end.

art of L done by @thepeitekitty 💖

Design for @lthejackass