volcano brain

my bones are too big for my body and they protrude through my skin : let's talk about love, angst, fear, peace.

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.

shes still trying to regain her rotted submissive affections