trainwreckgenerator: “This time it sticks, to the inside of his lungs, to the few creases by his eyes, and it feels like he’s devoured some unnamed emotion whole—like he’s swallowed the sun if the sun were made of orange juice and sea glass
trainwreckgenerator: “This time it sticks, to the inside of his lungs, to the few creases by his eyes, and it feels like he’s devoured some unnamed emotion whole—like he’s swallowed the sun if the sun were made of orange juice and sea glass
