(Source: jasongrace)
(Source: bruisestoproveit)
I slept on the solid ground of your house.
You walked over to me in beautiful silhouette and told me “not to sweat the small the things”.
My body suddenly sunk into the basement.
Cold wrapping around me.
The darkness of my pupil was the only space I could see.
Lucifer whispered in my ear for…
Summer is coming.
(Source: vodkakilledtheteens)
| — | George Orwell, 1984 (via ohhhkat) (Source: evocativesynthesis) |
(Source: placeoftype)
