Withered Roses Between The Pages || tk

the first time his deep, deep, sombre eyes met the pair of doe like starry and bright ones, he felt it wasn't going to be the last time either.

"it's something about the way you look at the world, the same world that has inflicted these deep, countless scars on you."

"just because you can't see stars in the day, doesn't mean they aren't there. the night, for me, speaks more honesty than the day, and it speaks in silence."