mils !

"porque mis mejores poemas son sobre los peores hombres"

i'm running back home to you cause you're in love true love

i can't find a pulse anymore but i survived the great war

oh, here we go again
          the voices in his head

la felicidad q siento porque vuelven los domingos de hotd, espere tanto por esto 

lights, camera, bitch smile, even when you want to die

she lost him but she found herself and somehow that was everything

i don’t want… anything 

It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all

old habits die screaming