everyone has their 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔, which the world knows not and oftentimes we call them cold when they're only sad.

I won't stop getting butterflies. I get 'em every time I look into your eyes.

I found God the moment that I put my lips on yours.

jj ! 🥰🥰

The blood is rushing, but you're paralyzed.

The conclusion of shared eye contact allows for heavy eyelids to finally lower. “I keep telling Birdie to stop growing. . .” A pause for yet another inescapable yawn, hum of feigned annoyance following suit. “She doesn’t listen. Must’ve gotten that from you.”

helllooo 🫶

Her own exhaustion becomes evident through slow blinks, a yawn forcing lips to briefly part. “Mhm, I am now.”

⠀’ do people like us get happy endings ? ‘ ╱ ‘ .... ‘ ╱ ‘ ..thought so . ‘

My forever Cheeto obsessed— scrabble opponent.

Fingers brush the soft skin of JJ’s arm, an underlining tenderness there that’s strictly reserved for the blonde. “Didn’t mean to wake you. . .”

@SECRETS0RROWS.

𝑤h𝑎t 𝑖f 𝑖 t𝑜l𝑑 𝑦o𝑢 𝑖'𝑚 a 𝑚a𝑠t𝑒r𝑚𝑖n𝑑 .ᐣ

i promise you i'll always be right here. i'm right next to you， forever.

Gentle yet determined when pulling @SECRETS0RROWS further into eagerly awaiting arms. A drowsy sigh of contentment immediately following.