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.

The end justifies the mean. © 2016, adriana | (act #61- 210817)

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞

THOSE WHO ARE MORTAL BURN BRIGHTER © 2017 by lee