“Why don’t you sleep?” She asked him. Wondering how the beautiful boy with midnight hair and eyes as rich as chocolate, would stain his skin with exhaustion.
“Because.” He started and looked at her, taking in her coffee brown hair and earth colored eyes. The way they started at him with confusion yet curiosity. Had any one else asked him, he would have told them to fuck off, yet looking at her. This girl who was so naive, so oblivious to the dark things around her; he couldn’t. “Some of us are afraid ghost linger in the dark and are memories of the dead.” He paused to look back at the moon. His only friend at night until now. “But for others, ghost are people they allowed into their hearts and now linger in the corners.”
-story I’ll never write // because some of us can’t forget
The most pleasant way for me to get drunk is drinking by myself. No one can judge me, and it’ll only be the intoxicated me and the cruel but soft world dancing on each other’s arms.
— 6:17 p.m. thoughts
happy valentines day 🗡🥀
artist: miss-munster on DeviantArt
& they were all yellow 💛🌻🌠
all of the legends die at twenty seven, since I was eleven all went to heaven
“I know that I’m not that important to you, but to me, girl, you’re so much more than gorgeous, so much more than perfect. Right now I know that I’m not really worth it.”
— Lil Peep: Star Shopping
I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.