ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ-ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ retweeted
my flesh, my blood, my wound, my cry. my broken back, my all now dies. my soul, my tomb, my pain, my joy. my darkest mind, my love destroyed.
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ-ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ retweeted
Happy halloween !
From @PRAYERSINPAINT, myself, and @LGHTAMATCH !
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ-ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ retweeted
my greatest sin was
my desire to be loved
— to feel it deep within
my fragile bones
and my punishment is to
survive a life without that
love, where i become a
vessel for grief
I pride myself on not being a victim you know. I had it pretty good. I didn’t get hurt that much, I didn’t even get yelled at as much as Nessa. I had it good.
So why are you looking at me like that.
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ-ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ retweeted
(It’s a selfish desire of mine, to wish you were right here next to me. To hear your voice to feel your presence right next to me in this hell of my own negligence. I want you here but I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt from them. Maybe once I’m out, I can apologize +
See noone’s gonna know that I tripped backwards and fell into Doppel before I burned myself alive because nobody’s awake right now so this is a perfect time to admit this
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ-ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ retweeted
the bleeding heart, on the other hand is fundamentally incapable of being anything other than themself. they love the way an open wound does. it's hemorrhagic &. contagious / faithful to a fault.
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ-ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ retweeted
why all these paintings of you? because i’m an artist. these pictures are my heart. and if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.














