[ at like 3am one morning ronan gets a pic of kavinsky's palms, one stitched neatly, both bandaged. the pic's kind of dark, but lit like he's in a club or something. ]
wake up, bitch
look at your boy's nice clean work
wake up, bitch
look at your boy's nice clean work
fuck you, he came to ME
giving me some house rules shit like i ever wanna be trapped in a place with the two of you ever again
giving me some house rules shit like i ever wanna be trapped in a place with the two of you ever again
fucking miracle it got through your thick head
it's cute you think you get a say in what i do to myself
[ even later, bc it was 3am to begin with and he probably went home with someone, and now while they're sleeping he's sitting on their countertop in their kitchen drinking their beer. ]
lol you're not my therapist
lol you're not my therapist
then don't tell me what you think i want
you don't have a fucking clue
you don't have a fucking clue
Edited 2021-03-01 05:54 (UTC)
no thanks babe already fucked out for the night
i mean i can go again if you're really feeling it
anyway bye bitch i've got daddy dick to take care of
kiss parrish for me
kiss parrish for me

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