Draculasbride01

Dirty little secrets always find their way out, riding on harsh little tongues and laced between fingers. The words hit your ears and you can't help but enjoy the liquid nitrogen running through your veins; can't wait to spew the words back and start more fires. "So this is really over?" "Yeah. Really over." "...Thank you." Sometimes bad things just happen and all you can do is kill off your brain cells and slowly disintegrate, piece by piece, into the sticky-sweet pool of sugar from which you were born; until there's nothing left. So I'll say my goodbyes and try to find my way home in the dark; you blew out my candle when you said 'go

my mother kept smiles in bottles