Cloudedthoughts Stories

"Look into my eyes It's where my demons hide It's where my demons hide Don't get too close It's dark inside" - Demons His honey blonde hair is perfect, his skin flawless, his eyes warming. How can someone who looks so angel like actually be dancing with the devil. I would like to say I own nothing and it belongs to the maker of Twilight S. Meyers

realizing i loved you was like watching a earthquake destroy a city or a volcano swallow up an island. and oh god ive been repressing this feeling for so long,but ive realized forgetting is like an fire, the more you try to ignore it, the bigger the fire gets. and ive been burning down thousands of forests unconsciously.

"can you come?" "maybe."

Just random things that captivate my thoughts