not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)
not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)
[…] my god I go mad when I let myself think of you […]
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956 — Ted Hughes, 10th October 1956
since i was a young girl i've always wanted to be annoying
We need less power-couples and more fail-couples. A pair that individually are disasters but together make everything even worse. Not in a toxic sense, they are just both so lacking in common sense that being together creates a shenanigans feedback-loop. They will become everyone's problem.
can i crack open your ribcage and nestle inside it btw. as friensds
set your past on fire and leave
God I'm a sucker for characters who are so utterly loyal to someone that they're completely unhinged. Characters who have no moral compass except their overwhelming devotion to whoever they've chosen to listen to. That's the good shit
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