barely fucking breathing
I feel like I have slowly been losing my grip on any sort of sanity as each day passes. I can’t feel anything except all the death inside of me.
Your skin is the moon and your eyes hold me so close and won’t let go. You are made of white roses and fairy dust. You are a gothic Cinderella with a voice of an angel. You are my mother and my sister and my best friend. We will never love anyone else like we do each other.
im just going to be honest here i wish i could take all of my inheritance, move to LA and just run around the city looking cute as fuck and partying.
it lost its charm in sf so quickly