Old soul, always rooting for the villain. Lost in thoughts, stimulated sedatives. Eyes glassy like water.
A taste of honey and hell.

The Sweetest Thing | Lauryn Hill

“Desordéname el cabello, la cama, la vida.”


I Know It’s Over | The Smiths

“I lose myself in music because I can’t be bothered explaining what I feel to anyone else around me.”

Robert Smith, front man of The Cure

Every time I listen to Little Wing my mind suddenly simmers with bliss.


“In your absence, you are everywhere.”

Six Word Story  (via ruby-moon)