vanilla scented poetry

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

「 for a sky full of stars. 」 ＋ICHIGOLD

❝mr. saturn grinned as the girl from andromeda wept, lamenting the loss of her galaxy.❞ [beautiful cover by clubstatic.]

to: all the boys who have broken hearts and left dry stars in their wake.

「 a guy who loves sad poems so much he eventually became one. 」 ＋ICHIGOLD