I hate that He knows me seemingly more than I know myself.

I want to look away, really, but I can’t. A stingingness fills my chest and I feel my own bitterness rising in my throat like an ache worth whimpering. My eyes glint with unshed tears and my lips tremble at his knowingness that burns through my center.

I’m good (: just getting back home, and you?

Helloo

God, I’m going to miss vent more than I expected.

(:

you’re right. but to be fair, I was merely going to get it cut down a tiny bit. It’s needed lol.

:,) I suppose so.

Flattered and genuinely blushing. thank you beautifu. and of course, I already planned on it anyway.