I've never realize that feelings could be unreliable. One moment you where certain as the sun, then another as muddled as the dusk of night. I was betrayed by affirms that it was rewarding-- deceited by novelty that it was worthwhile. Maybe they are... But before every grand mirror there is a fractured version; a reflection that toyed the other; elicit and confined them on a plight of questions.
When i admit i like him, some part of me also whisper "no you didn't". It vexed and concoct like a shed tear on a cold drink. It nulled the vision and even throw oneself onto a bed of isolation. The strength to move and act upon, to bargain oneself in turn for a conclusion-- was mounted by flight of apprehension, or maybe by a phantom of it not being genuine on its claimed post. Yet the delay of confession was also tormenting, even more perhaps the weight of rejection. Against time, it is a burden to carry, a likelihood of regret... so long as one is imprison by the thought of accountability, and the fear of being mislead.
glambonnie insane doodle dump,! im so totally normal you dont understand!! the silent hill tangent came about because i thought bon flirting with robbie the rabbit would be funny af.
also !! bonnie in a dress is inspired by sanydraws! idk if its okay to tag em :P