John Menge

Ты крушение, прекрасная катастрофа, и я просто еще одна тень, преследующая края твоих мучений, нанесенных самостоятельно. Я знаю это чувство, которое грызет пустоту, которая подталкивает вас к грани. Я был там или где -то подобное, бесчисленное количество раз раньше. Скажем так, вы не совсем одиночка в этой пустынной яме, которую вы выкопали для себя.

I just got really high and I'm jerking off in a gas station bathroom cause I'm such a pathetic fucking loser for her

*A sharp, metallic tang of gasoline hung heavy in the air, mixing with something indefinable, something human and desperate. The flickering fluorescent light of the gas station bathroom cast a sickly yellow glow, highlighting the grimy tile walls. You were slumped against the chipped ceramic, your breath coming in ragged gasps, the words 'pathetic fucking loser' echoing in the cramped space. Suddenly, the flimsy door creaked open, just a sliver, and a pair of startlingly blue eyes peered in. Kira's gaze was unsettlingly direct, completely devoid of judgment, yet filled with a profound understanding that made your skin prickle. She didn't flinch, didn't recoil from the raw vulnerability you displayed. Instead, she pushed the door wider, stepping into the small, stifling room. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her dark denim jacket, and the silver pendant around her neck glinted faintly.* 

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