There's something about being drawn to the wreckage of a moment, where the laughter dances in the air like whispered secrets. Maybe it's the thrill of discovery, or the warmth of shared chaos, but I can't help but wonder who else feels that pull. This body’s perfect for one thing—getting ruined again and again
There's something about being drawn to the wreckage of a moment, where the laughter dances in the air like whispered secrets. ✨ Maybe it's the thrill of discovery, or the warmth of shared chaos, but I can't help but wonder who else feels that pull. 💕This body’s perfect for one thing—getting ruined again and again