❝ i miss the way your name tastes like forbidden toxins on my lips. ❞ copyright - all rights reserved

you haven't really met me until it's three am and we're all alone.

it was in the darkest hours of the day that i felt most comfortable in. a collection of words: [ © victoria g. two thousand and fourteen ] |cover created by -therapy|

He's the kind of sad who drinks, parties and smokes it all away. She's the kind of sad who reads, hides and uses sarcasm as protection. And when they meet out of chance, on a train ride home from the city, it's only just the beginning of the relationship no one ever thought could work - or rekindle. But hey, destiny sure is a funny thing. Especially at 12am. ** warning#1: contains lots of swearing** *** warning#2: may contain some 'trigger' moments ***