nostalgic nights

Image 1: Text that reads “because you want to die for love, you always have.” Image 2: Text that reads “what was it like to love? oh, it was like burning. where did it burn? everywhere. it burned everywhere.” Image 3: A painting of a hand slightly twisted to the side. The hand is shown close-up and from the wrist down. It grasps tightly onto something and all the fingers are soaked in red. Image 4: Text that reads “but I never forget. I’ve engraved your name on the palms of my hands.”

“mottled with shadows, my face stared back at me with the most uncertain expression. if only those parted lips would tell me something, i knew that i would listen to them, whatever they might have to say, but no matter how i waited, no words came from anywhere.”

—in referral to gazing at yourself in the mirror, i had never felt more seen.

on tragic heroes and the people who'd follow them anywhere.

even if its just a little bit

ten years from now a piece of my heart will still beat for you

maybe its the curiosity of ,what if‘

or maybe its the emptiness speaking

but nomatter why,