Dwelly

Until we embrace,
distance aches between us still—
anticipation

if santa's not real then how come he lives in the north pole and has the reindeer??

Well now I’m hungry.

Nom nom nom~

On the Colorado ground, safe and sound~

Dwelly grasps the wallet of monies.

Siphoning power from the airport.

Awaiting flight.

Doomed. No hope. Sorry. ;-;

Ahh the double edged sword of ADHD meds~ I manage to get the odd few good nights but usually I’m waking up every couple hours. I managed to get 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep before heading to heathrow, where I am
Now sitting, waiting for my flight to escape lil ole England.

Wom Wom

Stimulants do be having weird interactions sometimes, I occasionally drink a monster and crash straight to the sleep zone!

No, I will permit you to drink an energy drink instead.

An imp holding a can of monster energy. It is breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Girl brekkis.

𝐿𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠.
𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒-𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠.
𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ~

Extremely relatable~

✧｡° Sky-piercing sunray,
dark scattering, fog cutting—
bringing the new dawn. ｡°✧

(terminal decline;
varicose infrastructure
turning necrotic)

Relatable, only difference is I got no job, no degree and two girlfriends. Basically the same~

Step boldly forward;
let illusions slip away—
the new ground is firm.

A bitter quandary at my door,
A winter toil and nothing more.
And though it’s here,
It’s not for long;
all is but a pointless song.
Memories lost and pictures faded—
Every promise, abdicated.

How dare you make me feel good about myself.

Cuts upon their hands,
the oath of blood, binding hearts—
a solemn promise.

A friend, always here—
through the twisting path of life,
a bond eternal.

I couldn't possibly fathom who this is about.

(Like liquid silver,
her piercing eyes pour their gaze—
I am lost in them.)

Forgone conclusions,
A prophecy unfulfilled—
One day, it shall be.

From unwoven threads;
we form a new tapestry—
I stitch toward you.

deceitful being;
manipulated the truth,
to heal their own heart...

Breakfast, lunch & dinner~

The creaking Turnstile —
come through the fog-laden door;
where you can't be found.

Woahh,,, so cool! :3