"Out here the good girls die. Now Cinderella, don’t you go to sleep, it’s such a bitter form of refuge. Why don’t you know the kingdom’s under siege and everybody needs you? Is there still magic in the midnight sun or did you leave it back in ‘61 in the cadence of a young man’s eyes?"
Do you ever…
umm also. the words you wrote to describe the words brandon writes was equally fkn beautiful though.
I don’t need this kind of stress in my life
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