I wonder if there's some sort of silent spell that would cause this strange feeling on my chest from simply looking at those eyes.
Her eyes oh so sacrilegious.
They compel you to discover all the secrets of the universe just to keep her attention at you. Just so you could be absorbed into them.
sometimes i like to imagine i'm some side character of a random fantasy story, with short white hair and all the courage and cleverness i lack.
it's nice, it only hurts when that fantasy needs to give room to the real deal. but it's better than being always in this reality, constantly afraid.
Paris, Texas
This doesn't mean I lost my dream It's just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean
tøp, heavydirtysoul
what, with all due respect, the absolute fuck
Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.