soulstorm


spells-of-life:

Color here.
You are the first morning thought, the last evening sigh, and every goddamn thing in between.
philosopheme:

Hypothermia
It’s like drowning but you just won’t fucking die.
I admit, I am afraid of isolation…

and of the woman who says forever
moving her tongue along my skin
like she means it.

If I believe her, I will suffer.
If I don’t believe her, I will suffer.