PHIL
I would love to tell the moon all about this boy.
he was absolutely lovely she would love him. she, the moon who only loved herself, would love this boy and all the stars would envy how beautiful he is and how bright he shines.
he was a dream. a dream dressed in mustard yellow and black skinny jeans, with polaroids stuffed into his pockets making sure to capture the colour of the moment.
how can one be so beautiful?
freckles adorned his back creating constellations on his body that seemed to be becoming a galaxy that has yet to be explored.
his lips matched the blush that rose to his cheeks when he laughed. a soft pink with touches of red, almost as if a sunset found its way onto his body.
everything about him is lovely,
but I don't think I could ever love him.
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yo [kaneki] im back !
this took me forever to update and I feel horrible because im not sure if I like this but I wanted to update so here ya go !!!
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poetry boy :: phan
Fanfictionhe was a blank canvas and words could flow out of him effortlessly, there was never a stutter or a stop. he was a sky of colour, a mess of words tumble out of his mouth, messy and faint. *this fanfic contains drinking, abuse, and mention(s) of suici...
