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[darkwhispersworld]

midnight streets, wet eyelashes, promises we were never meant to make

and yet we make them anyway.

somewhere between “this is wrong”

and “i can’t stop”

a truth appears, louder than reason.

maybe we’re not searching for love.

maybe we’re searching for the feeling

of being seen in the dark.

and if it has a price —

sometimes we pay it with a smile. 🖤

[darkwhispersworld]

Soft skin. Sharp mind.

I don’t chase—I choose.

Welcome to your favorite mistake.