2B or not 2B?

2B or not 2B?

That is the question.

Either way, please stay Nier.

Like...

Could you bea/be her?

I have a way with words, apparently.

And it's apparent you have a way with me.

Evidently...

Mannnnnn, I need to chill.

Fuck.

How do I say what I want to say, without saying anything at all?

Have I already locked myself out of my own blog?

Am I meant to just pretend that the ink from the pen has reached its end?

I'm biting the wrong tongue here.

But I guess I deserve to be the one bleeding.

- CH

“ Fantasies of making love in open spaces, clinging onto physical affection like a broken bracelet. If I could hold her naked in a cold location, she’d understand why my soul is frozen in hatred. Hope fading. My oldest friend is poking me on Facebook. As a metaphor; she’s constantly on my mind.” - Charles Hamilton (Elisa)