its wrong. but in the same ways, it's right, loving somebody with lavender veins. loving somebody with lavender veins is the most painful and wonderful experience. it's one massive smoky delusion. it's looking in the mirror and seeing a stranger starring back at you. it's empty friday nights when the world is too busy for you. its a broken home. it's a room with no furniture. it's vines on a house, always threatening to bruse it's walls. always threatening to bruse them purple. always threatening to bruse them lavender.
