thec00lniverse: She wept until her tears extinguished the sun. Like the wick that burned too long into its core, it was silenced; drowned out by the howl of her disdain.
Messages to the Moon: Lover →
messagestothemoon: Love is everything coming true at the same time. I have wishes I want to toss into your mouth every time we kiss And my heart is an airplane I never fail to miss And hold me tonight. Soul me to the way your shoulder blades flicker in the light There is a flock of freckles my tongue has been…