ｐｌａｓｔｉｃ ｔａｓｔｅ || ｊｏｊｉａｎ
"Ian, I'm fucking terrified." Joji's hands held up his head, brain fogged with thought as he spoke with his best friend on skype. The pixellated images of one another brought a strange comfort as he let few free tears fall down his cheeks, eyes red from hours of crying and trying to convince himself he was okay.
"It's okay to be scared. I'll be there soon, Jo'."
hey my friend did the cover which is dope thanks sage :*