Uma viagem pela minha mente turbulenta, sofrimento intercalado com devaneios de felicidade e vislumbres de outros sentimentos, indecisões e retratos de meus passos desârmonicos, tudo aquilo que me torna humana, pulsante, não apenas o meu sofrimento físico.
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.
these days of youth grow shorter, while my lips are bleeding for relief. [3/3: "A COLLECTION OF: ODES TO YOUTH"]
you must love even when you feel like you can't. [1/3: "A COLLECTION OF: CONFUSION"]
Emael, um universitário depressivo, cai numa batalha contra a sua própria cabeça e luta para não se render a uma antiga apatia, aquela que tanto lhe tirou a sanidade.
death dolled up pretty and plastic
it's always the end of the world if you're young. you're feeling everything for the first time. cover by @zerofilms / 'magic boy graphics'
you're responsible for your rose, and for me, and i wish i didn't love the sunset so much. fuck.
