Youth and whiskey.

Youth and whiskey.

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For a star to be born, there is one thing that needs to happen: A gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse, crumble. This is not your distruction. This is your birth. She was like fire, full of warmth and love. He was cold as ice, pale as the moon, a thunder storm: frightenning and lethal. She walked like a hurricane, smiled bright like the sun. He partied till dawn, burnt money to feel he was home. She laughed a little too long, loved a little too hard, cared a little too much. He sold his soul to the devil, he was heir to the demon, and in all this mess, he was a silent chaos, a peaceful Mayhem. She smelled like paradise and youth. He smelled like danger and whiskey. ♂♀♂♀♂♀ Trailer to the side made by: Sweetrantipole.
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[[COMPLETED]] Go where your feet takes you Find what your heart looks for. No one is by your side. So the moon shall be your guide. ~•~•~ The moon was the only comfort she found, the only reassurance she could allow. The moon had shown her its soothing soft light, the only one who've seen her story. The only one who've heard of her silent cries. Elise Aubrie Winslow is a twelve year old girl. And the moon was the only thing she could rely on, the only thing she found as soothing despite the troubles she had. Nobody wanted to listen to her and so she closed her mouth for good. Nobody spared her a glance and so she was like a phantom wearing a mask to hide her screams and her quiet sorrowful wails. Nobody cared and so she learned on how to walk on her own, trying not to trip on her own two feet. Nobody understood her the way the moon did. But then she found them. And she felt like she was finally home. Like she finally knows where she truly belongs. And they stayed. They became her comfort. They became important. They became her home. Her family. Her moon. ____ Selenophilia (n) Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.

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