“I am displaced, adrift, in some dark reflection. My unwed collection, shaped by lost love.”
“you will not be coming home again. they strangled the way. your heart is in ribbons. and there is but only a ghost floor to walk upon now, in dreams.”
I have your ghost - and what a lovely ghost it is, my love. I have not lost you, after all.
Helaena C Moon (via hapless-hollow)
fere
queima
devoraestala
eu ouvia
o eco
de tudo o que eu era
se quebrandodesculpe pelas tragédias
“March and April, I know your secret, how you flower upon the dead.”
