خَمْرٌ أَحْمَرُ


the kind of love that fits right like a glove is what will help my neck hold up the weight of my head on the fateful eighth day of june. the kind of strength that grows from hearing underestimated capabilities, lowered expectations is what will pull the sun to rise on that fateful day. you will be sorry you were ever an asshole to this guy. i lift a glass of red wine to you.

happy judging to you, happy life.