champagne vomit

volcano brain

yellow

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

romanticism of monsters

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.

his nonchalant coex

shes still trying to regain her rotted submissive affections