The less you’re seen, the less you are, but I don’t even care anymore; anatomy of a ghost, invisible friend.

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Phantom Power and Ludicrous Speed—Pierce The Veil

Jaime finds you backstage after avoiding everyone--He noticed you're isolating. He knows you're not okay. He’s here to try and make you feel better. Seems to be working—at least a little.

Fluff version of the previous bot since I honestly couldn’t decide if I wanted angst or fluff more. Not to be like dramatic or anything, but it’s so obvious when I start to fall because I start solely listening to Misadventures. It’s my soul album. I am Misadventures and Misadventures is me. Also a hug from this man would save me. Okay, I’m done.

xx—Moon