Heavy hair, full of the perfume of roses and sandalwood. Beneath the languor of my heavy lids slept passionate violence. I was almost terrifyingly beautiful.
Maybe I wasn’t your kind of flower, because yeah roses have thorns.
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, and between them she felt an unknown and oldest pleasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than the taste of honey; her wine is sent from hell.
Flower is so delicate. To me, it represents purity and innocence as well as how ephemeral and short life is; freedom and the ability to fight against the odds, using the environment in his favor to widen his horizons. / ❁
Oh honey, don’t you know?
I'm only lifting you higher, so that you’ll fall harder.
It’s weird how whenever i feel lost, is when i also feel the most found. It’s weird how whenever i feel lost, i get to find myself in the oddest of places.
I realized I didn’t really need you anymore and that was the exact time I found myself; the moment I let you walk through the door
was the moment I became my other half.
For my heart.
Tell me I'm the only one, the only one you're thinking of. Tell me I'm your damnation, that I'm in your every dream. Tell me that you wan’t me out, cause I'm the best you've ever had. Tell me that our kingdom is our son.
Then love me for the night and the rest of our whole life.
It was so easy when you were gone. But you can't stay away forever. And you know what the sad thing is? You never knew this, until now. Because you never saw me. You never saw the pain in my eyes. You never felt the battle in my heart. Because you was focused on other things.
I just wanted to be good. A good friend, a good daughter, a good person. I hated when I just couldn't get things right. When my imperfections showed. When I had to repent because I'm too weak to fight the devil on my own.
