❝but he who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose.❞ ▬ a romantic tragedy. ©judesriver 2020

secrecy flows through you, a different kind of blood.

I threw my problems in the sea and the fish came out weeping November 2016 (was previously called 'honeysuckle and roses')

shes still trying to regain her rotted submissive affections