my soul saw yours and whispered "oh, there you are... i’ve been looking for you"

Just a ghost story waiting For my turn to speak

Drawing the crimson curtains over the weeping window of my wrist

i swallowed the sun so you would never have to sit in the dark (look how i burned for you)

What a fool I've made of myself thinking someone would be foolish enough to love me

Even the sweetest music decays into the dark hollow silence

the moon and dark clouds 🖤

I save my heart by walking away You get to keep your reasons and I get to keep what’s left of me

Woke up on the wrong side of awake

Love bites, filthy literature and pretty doe-eyes obscured by lust.

i threw away the journal filled with fresh starts and daily habits i am tired of introducing myself to a better version of me that never actually shows up

What are ya, the fucking president of the fan club or some shit?

sometimes efforts are useless..

The more the bury-er

Thou pale moon! weep softly over my fading mortal life

"I cannot make you understand. I can't make anyone understand what is happening inside of me. I cannot even explain it to myself" - Metamorphosis

either it's real or i don't want it.

Closed the book. Kept the bookmark.

I want the kind of haunting that leaves the curtains drawn, the kind where I hear footsteps long after they've moved on. A black coat in the distance. A pale face behind a mask. A figure that disappears whenever I turn back. Let everyone call it terrifying. Let them tell me I'm insane. I'll be standing at the window hoping he comes back again. Because there's something intoxicating about being watched by the night.. especially when the thing watching looks devastatingly right.