Stripped to the bone. And a beautiful Taylor Momsen song.
Stripped to the bone. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words; I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words; I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me? Am I the captive or the guard? One, two, three, four. Did we dance? Prey… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me? Am I the captive or the guard? One, two, three, four. Did we dance? Prey… Continue reading
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
Nothing left to lose… I lay in the silence of deadening silence. All dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember the first… Continue reading