Ophelia

I'm afraid that I

two girls imagery, that is what will kill me, everything that have to do with the symbolism of a relationship between two girls, platonic, romantic, everything in between and far beyond, when it came down to that, i am but a moth to the flame

the illusion of having memories holder when it is your own very soul lying by generating placebo every day to make sure stories stick inside your very corporeal body. not that reality is just a manifestation of a hopeful soul or anything

never know how to manage life the correct way, it is leaning toward the blinding light ahead, it is rowing back to the end of the stream, greeting your own dream goodbye every night, falling down headfirst into the concrete just to step back and ask bypassing pedestrians to held out their hand in hope of simple acknowledgement and heave in gratitude when wishes granted, in the middle of kindness and fulfillment it is one lesson that was overlooked, one act of realization that will inevitably come to disenchantment when the faces looking back at you are more than human but less than an entity more of a soul fleeting and light and terrifyingly yet there is no differences detected when both eyes lock to each other, call it fate, it is a string of event that guarantees one thing only, 

subjected to mortal emotions, resulting in mortal wound and therefore faith becomes a second blade in which the first sharp edge points to the conscience while the other chooses to be impaled through the holder of its feeling, the root of the problem. maybe myself

Let's close our eyes. We've got time to make each other cry

You are my favourite "what if"// You are my best " i will never know"

Fantastic Bastards - Death Spells

dry your fucking eyes babies let shut our mouths not our hearts

"Rock and roll is something I'm believe in"