his eyelids were the color of the dawn sky he smelled like earth after rain
troye sivan mellet.
made of stone, eternal and animalistic, beautiful and cold, soulless, and yet filled with a hidden, terrifying life. he was surrounded by the aura of a tranquil emptiness, with air and stars, with this desolate death.
I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.
let us be grateful to the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom
Girls like her were born in a storm. Lightning in their souls, thunder in their hearts and chaos in their bones.
Adrianna Jane Herrera wrote:
Matthew Noah Barthélemy wrote:
"I'd tell myself you don't mean a thing but what we got, got no hold on me? but when you're not there I just crumble I tell myself that I don't care that much but I feel like I'm dying till I feel your touch say I wouldn't care if you walked away but every time you're there I'm begging you to stay when you come close I just tremble and every time, every time you go it's like a knife that cuts right through my soul "
Vidurinioji Crimson šeimos atžala. Pusiau demonė - sukubė, turinti demonišką pusę į kurią susitelkusi maitinasi seksualine energija ir žmogiškąją - tyrą, mielą, geraširdę merginą Jasmine, kuri padarys viską dėl savo šeimos ir aplinkinių gerovės.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping while you're far away and dreaming, I could spend my life in this sweet surrender, I could stay lost in this moment forever Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.