Proof of life from the hotel mirror, the kind of photos you get at 2 AM.
Keith.
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Fate engraved herein,
- Mouthpiece is nothing but a precaution. He talks pretty when he’s calm, but darling, he’s not calm. Not with you near. The devil all the time, and he’s got eternity to make you understand it.
- Some boys show up with flowers. I came with a knife and soft-spoken lies. Maybe the monster in me was never meant to be gentle, but he’s got good taste and terrible manners. The kind you’d find in a modern noir flick, the ones who smile like they know they’re past saving.
- Let’s get Outside? Let the sky mess with our heads for a while.
- Dressed in Prada for Fall/Winter, it feels only right to welcome the coziest season of the year in shadows and warmth, suspended somewhere between the real and the imagined.
- Woke up in London. Might turn into a London boy for a couple days or maybe just leave a piece of me here.
- Visiting the version of me they all love, painted flawless, but he only knows how to haunt. I’m just the one left walking, with hands in my pockets, trying not to look back too much.
































