S C O T T I E | H U G H E S: back door man:
@1 year ago with 71 notes
Last night, for the first time in months, my hands drew silk-shapes on the insides of your wrists, holding them still as you leaned in. The night sang devil-red and we held out under cave ceilings until your volcanic stare turned visceral. We made silent promises on stolen breath as your fingers…
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