menteurmenteur

heartbeat my heartbeat can’t speak little micro likes (within a second) and half-hearted answers (half-beat rancid answers) it’s almost like you admire the thing and the “me" behind it (the character behind the creation) is less insightful more repulsive (the villain only redeemed by the makings) lacking the passion of chemistry rolled over with the thirst of a genuine adoration does my personality repulse you that much? right? wrong forget it drink it up, make the friction within the walls a room over put hands in pockets on your last day there are hands in pants on mine hands on tables and drunken (t

if you want to look me up on facebook, it is under the name menteurmenteur on facebook here i also have a tumblr under the name menteurmenteur also instagram is also under menteurmenteur also i have a society6 here, as well.

"tuck me in, adele" muttered through a dark, dense room (with bodies and breathing) giggled through boyish over-muscled teeth turned on me like; “you would know how to manipulate - wouldn’t you, kava? when you lie, you lie with practice” I’ll write out these behavioural patterns in patterns turned into pictures tapping out of my features as though that’s the only animate part of me breathing is negligible neurosis is needed especially in building up a boy (you) i didn’t need to need but cut out parts of me so that you could fill a hole you didn’t want in on filled by