#rosynuit

                    “i hope you didn’t set up this meeting to get me to write you a christmas song.” it wasn’t like yohan something against the holiday season. he wasn’t a scrooge or a grinch ( even if monday would often call him both of those things ). in truth, it was more the fact that he didn’t think he could conjure up his inner festive spirit to produce a track that was perfect for the times. the male looks up from his phone, brow raised at the other in question. “and if you’re wondering: no, i didn’t write the one my sister has. that was all her.”

               ha!        was    that    not    the    story    of    their    life?        casey    went    around    in    circles    constantly    searching    for    love,        searching    for    some    kind    of    acceptance    wherever    he    could    find    it.        they    learned    it    young    &    then    never    stopped.        “        whaaat?        you    mean    to    tell    me    this    isn’t    affection?        ”        hand    slaps    against    chest    dramatically,        leaning    backward    as    if    he    were    shot    right    in    the    heart.        “        you    wound    me!        ”

:O YOU’RE LITERALLY THE BEST PERSON IN THE WORLD. i’m not even exaggerating  i love you

i love you so much please! thank you for being so understanding <3 i love and all of our threads so much please ill kiss ur forehead

this means so much to me especially the stuff about the graphics!! like literally it warms my heart so so much that u love clay since shes a literal hot mess 

what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog ?

𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵  𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫  𝑩𝒀  𝑻𝑯𝑬  florida  sun  with  a  blooming  glow      ,      with  freckles  leaving  love   marks  from  the  rays  of  the  sun.   her  skin  is  soft  from  years  of  high  end  skin  care  treatment  also  with  each  death  the  skin  is  born  anew  so  it  is  almost  like  touching  skin  that  has  yet  to  be  warn  down  by  years.  there  are  the  faint  track  marks  from  needles  that  were  pressed  against  skin  to  bring  his  head  to  the  clouds.  like  the  rest  of  her  skin  her  hands  are  soft      ,      never  done  any  hard  labor  or  any  labor  at  all.  often  the  tips  of  his  fingers  are  marked  by  small  burns  that  come  from  grasping  at  too  hot  lighters  or  the  glowing  red  bowl  of  a  bong.  fingers  are  always  decorated  with  rings  that  shine with  bright  gems      &.      jewels.  on  her  left  index  finger  is  a  tattoo  of  a  small  dinosaur      ,     one  that  has  to  be  redone  with  each  death.  on  the  back  of  her  palm  there  are  often  doodles  or  reminders  of  what  needs  to  be  done  or  just  thoughts  that  are  floating  in  her  mind. 

i' mgoing to say this one time and ONE TIME only ... ur eveyrthing