benhux | the future ain't what it used to be, newamsterdam

✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖

your old man is A prince. not prince. jfc.

these typos, wildfire i tell yous.

sure, maybe one from the old days of gaius.

i can't help that you make me all diuebrubes inside~

but what if my old man was prince.

you'd wear a lot of purple and possibly be shorter?

i like to think of when doves cry as a biographical touchstone.

how could you just leave me standing, alone in a world so cold?