but i know that you're having fun, wouldn't wanna mess this up for you

idea stolen from @jamiekelly121 sue me

sad gods made from glorious icons like heaven

win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets

drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017

after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.

woe is me

revival

summer's ecstasy

i want to taste strawberries, the first snow and your lips.