Crackship blog for Azelia.

“Hero,” Crystal mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, just below the skin at the hollow of his throat.

“Always,” Brendon promised his best friend, gaze drifting from left to right through the roads.

“Always.”
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Waking sitting up right can’t explain the sunlightWondering why you’re not homeGirl I go beside youleft before you tried to work out all the unknowns

Waking sitting up right can’t explain the sunlight
Wondering why you’re not home
Girl I go beside you
left before you tried to work out all the unknowns




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