Nothing is what it Seems.

❥I just wanted to write a lil message for the people who reblog my posts.

Oh man.

Made by yours truly.

The intense smell of the flowers makes it hard to breathe. You feel that they begin to rot under your feet with each step.

You're hanging out with your friends while filming something. You walk backwards and fall.

I'll just keep to myself.

It's been a long night out. Walking down the halls in the hotel has made you nauseous and sleepy. Is it repeating? Have you passed your room already? What floor is this? Where am, I?

You've been wandering around this level for hours. It feels like days. You're tired from viewing the same color everywhere you look. You need to rest.