As I look into your eyes, and I see a universe of lost hearts and broken souls, of screaming eyes and crying tongues; a universe of empty rage, and I have it too.
2am (via 2am-spilledink)
She was the one who taught the wind to howl, and yet here she is, with no wind left in her, howling just the same.
2am (via 2am-spilledthoughts)
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Red and yellow lockscreens
Ballet x
Leonore Baulac, Stephane Bullion
Ice skating with someone you love, clinging onto them. Rosy cheeks. Frost on your eyelashes. Winter winds. Freezing hands. The crackling under your feet when you walk on the snow. Long socks. Elegant coats paired with mittens and scarves. Frozen landscapes. Feeling the cold air in your chest as you breath in. Those sunny days when you feel a little more awake.