wystswolf

The harder you try, the bigger the fall

Against the night wielding the darkest of arts.

Oh! My Delilah... if only you had truly loved me.

Every spring, graduation season stirs something ancient in me—ghosts of choices, absences, and half-formed goodbyes.

how many roads must a man walk down?

The Story of Lumchai

Capturing the volatility of love one bar at a time.

I'll miss you until we meet again.

We didn't realize we were making memories, we just thought we were watching movies.