• she/her

im lov me wif

my one brain cell is going stupid faster than you’ll ever be smart



bruno
@bruno

This meeting could have been an agonizingly slow flirtation, passing silent signals of desire through the narrow cracks afforded us by our stations – a glance, a twirl of a fan, a note sealed and given to a valet sworn to secrecy. This meeting could have been years of tortuous yearning fumbling towards a belated, abortive, singular attempt at a moment of passion before we were snatched away from one another forever.


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