tie yourself to me, an observer's entrance is never the same. i blame you, my darling.

oh. no one else can be necessary. be obliterated—or at least not in the way you can. don't leave me. imagine me, hurting. keep you awake. every day would destroy their past and open me. an infinite number of futures. wait til you say, don't you wish you never met them? They’d never emerge, but that doesn’t really matter—they’d have no one from their past to return to anyway. lick my legs.