Smooth Criminal

poison has always run in the blood in your veins. you were never meant to be the pretty one sitting and waiting. you who paint yourself with blood each and every day. you who walk into a warzone daily you were born to stand tall - to rule a broken world.

It was a spilt milk and broken teacup kind of romance.

I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.

you say you’re not a hero, but, my God, you would’ve battled every star if it meant to save her, and remind me again why you can only look to your hands and see the ghosting shades of red.

He is a young god.Mythologically obscure,always just arriving   at some new placeto disrupt the status quowearing the start of a smile.

If someone thinks they have the upper hand, break it.