Herondale

Smoke, Love & Other Deadly Things.
          
          -Him. His lips had a past lover. He used to breathe her in to exhale his frustrations away. The foggy toxins dispersed along with his misshapen thoughts. He forgot her and met with his match. A new kind of light. A different and beautiful insanity.
          
          Her. Her lips knew nothing but the taste of substenance. The ordeal kept her days mundane. Until as if by a blessing or by a curse, the foggy toxins kissed her and clouded her past. A new form of healing. A disastrous and bountiful euphoria.
          
          Them, strangers with memories. Like the past of the present reformed anew. A paradox that replays and replays and replays until broken and split in two, those halves of forgotten promises and forgotten words of people who once loved. Them. Just them. A story all people know by heart.
          
          A word that cannot define him and her anymore.

Twitter is pretty messy so I'm deactivating for now. No one really knows that im using this app. Sooo im going to rant here more often

I fear that one day
          I'd be lost again
          In between false hopes
          And sweet pretense.
          Lonely, I was, but
          Stupid, yes, I was, too.
          I was stupid enough
          To believe that
          Everything takes time
          That I did not noticed,
          Time had already
          Took everything away.
          I often question myself
          "Is waiting worth it?"
          When I had been standing
          On the ruins of time
          All this time, waiting—
          Waiting for nothing.
          But human, I am, and
          Vulnerability, yes, I have.
          Like humans, I bleed, but
          It never meant I'm weak.
          If the heart measures strength,
          Who measures weakness?
          It's stupid how something
          That just pumps blood
          Can control me and govern
          My humanity and emotions.
          Is there a brain inside my heart?
          Is there a stomach inside that brain?
          Then why do I feed on emotions?
          Truth is, I do not fear being lost
          In between false hopes and
          That damn, sweet pretenses.
          I fear being overruled by hunger
          For a love that could never be mine.
          The heart is a hunter,
          It hunts and kills to survive—
          A predator, it is, but
          Like humans, yes, it needs to live.
          The hearts is a hunter,
          But a cold and lonely one.
          The heart is a lonely hunter,
          Always hungry for love, but
          Always longing for happiness.
          I am a lonely hunter,
          Always hungry for love, but
          Could never find happiness.

So Normani followed me back on twitter (: IM FRWAKING SJNWJXKNSNXK

Bound to Manila  Seeing the girls laterrrrr (im tryna keep my chill okay)