And him. Most definitely him.
YOU ARE NOT THE SUN
I would give an arm to see him tonight. Maybe not an arm. Maybe a phalange, like my pinky or something.
“ Your silver tongue, it masks your hungry hate while your haggard heart whispers through its cracking cage, “You still can change. You have to know, you still can change.” “I know, I know- for now I want to be this way. This was a choice, this was never a mistake. ”
