love-me

         A heart of gold turned to stone seemingly overnight. There was once innocence, but now there was only darkness. But even with the overwhelming darkness, a feigning innocence is still there and it’s a GODDAMN fallacy. 

         ——— Thinking about giving up art and becoming a stripper. Any thoughts? Her words contradict her effect in the atmosphere, the innocence still being feigned, but a swirl of mystery and promiscuity being emitted with it.

Some days, I need a hand to hold. Other days, I need to be left alone. But in all of those days, I most definitely need you to love me. Please do not stop loving me.
—  Lukas W. // All those day