* 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 .

He smells like cigarettes and green tea, with a hint of sweetness and safety. He tastes like chocolate and mint, with a hint of bitterness and longing. He looks like a piece of art, with a hint of imperfection and insecurity.

Just because you’ve seen my life, doesn’t mean you know. Those are simply snippets of who I am, the parts I’m willing to show.

He’s the kind of boy who hoards the stars in his mouth to give you a taste of heaven,even if it scorches his tongue.

boy of darkness, they call you. heart made of stone, they tell you. born with perfection, they say of you. but oh, boy of fire, they call you. heart of a lion, they tell you. born with courage, they say of you. and sometimes you wonder, which one of you is true?