I once reached my hand into a pretty purse To discover bones and tails of an exquisite creature I was as disgusted as I was enthralled And I sought out its shape across every surface I ran my fingers upon photo / milk sockets via Tumblr
Stop trying to fit in There’s no room for you here like that photo / Nyxe via Pinterest
I’m looking for warning signs, I’m looking for flags of a crimson shade. I’m looking for guns with loaded bullets, I’m looking for doors that lead to brick. photos / lzdescloux & lavisualiste via tumblr, respectively.