memento mori.

I'm actually a beautiful person this I know. But sometimes I feel there is something wrong and rotten inside of me. I don't know why I get so bitter, but please don't push me too far. I shed tears at beauty, at love, for the spaces in between. When I do something out of character, I think about it over and over, the thoughts stick like glue. I promise I'm not cruel, just sad sometimes and anger is my defense mechanism. Lately I've been struggling to show others the softness that I am to prove to myself that I can handle it. That I can handle life despite it all.

iron bars pierced its petal lips as lines of ink ran down its stems a houseplant in nature crafted by thunder and lightening and everything frightening but cold to the touch warm to the core keep the houseplant watered in your enclosure.

I love you.

mood.