Good luck cracking my layers—it’s called a slow burn, baby, this ain’t some fireworks display. Keep that performative shit away from me. That’s not connection, that’s emotional shrapnel. I want something that lingers like smoke on a jacket. A love that’s eternal. Can you handle the silence between words? The space between heartbeats? The unspoken pull? Bring patience. Bring depth. Bring devotion. Let’s wander through the chaos—yours, mine, and everything in between. Don’t just be dropping lovebombs on lovebirds and wondering why everyone’s staring at you like you’re a psycho for obliterating the whole damn flock.
The Daily Mumfuck 
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