lemon sorbet

// she was like lemon sorbet // And sometimes that's all there is

Blossoms

In which your "typical" bad boy finds himself thrown into the window of the perfect little flower shop

Suicidal (Frerard)

The sky was grey; a few birds sat on the closest building and the sun had risen just above the horizon. Everything but the wind was still; it was too early for anyone to notice the small crowd of police officials. I checked my watch. It was about seven. People will start to make their way to this part of town, and hea...