in each of us there are two natures.
❛ ah yes —to nurture or neglect, shadow or light, to twist further or to comfort... ❜ Bunny speaks like he's not there, as if she's deciphering some sort of riddle. As if it wasn't him that broached the subject in the first place. This tends to happen more and more these days: losing herself in her own thoughts, but finally, her eyes meet his.
❛ i do admit that there are times that i lose control completely, but is death not a mercy? ❜











