GLASS GIRLS
  • مقروء 2,763
  • صوت 283
  • أجزاء 50
  • الوقت 1h 38m
  • مقروء 2,763
  • صوت 283
  • أجزاء 50
  • الوقت 1h 38m
مستمرة، تم نشرها في يونـ ٢٦, ٢٠١٧
للبالغين
[  the shards of my heart transformed into words-all for my best friend. this is to everything she is right now, and to everything she'll be afterwards. ]



              ❝ we weren't fragile. 
              hell, we were queens,
              and we still are, forever-


                                            but whenever we stayed 
                                          in this castle made of ice, 
                                      our blood turned into frost, 
                                          and we were glass girls. ❞



// 01. 30. 2018 - #85 IN POETRY [ HIGHEST RANKING ]



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