the wine bottles have drowned in the sink.he loved methe wine bottles have drowned in the sink. by Whyles
like he loved
i've never met someone
who hated themselves
DesdemonaI sing "willow, willow, willow,"Desdemona by TheLunaLily
to the feathers in my pillow.
Shall I die for these imagined sins?
Is my life worth your suspicions?
Then cover my face and stop my breath,
since I must die for you.
I always knew you would be my death,
You always said I was beautiful in blue
Willow, willow, willow,
dead beneath a pillow.
hey i'm harry/coco/coc/whatever you wanna call me! i would describe myself as An Artistic Person with No Artistic Abilities but i try anyway!
when i grow up i hope to be solange knowles
if you're gonna send me hate comments PLEASE give a shoutout to ExiledJason, she taught me everything i know
i am friendlier than i appear
please talk to me
"The Path getting there may have sucked MMan balls...but the result was good." - Swooso