clo •• eighteen


Dark thing, make a myth of yourself: all women turn into lilacs, all men grow sick of their errant scent. You could learn to build a window, to change flesh into isinglass, nothing but a brittle river, a love of bone.
"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity."
people

Ana
Grace
Markella
Kevin
Cami
Harrison
Mie
Ally
Erica
Gabriell
Vickie
Mads
social
pinterest @foxandpeony kik @cloaii (inactive) polyvore @clothaii
not very social
note
ask me to check out your blog by messaging me or tagging me in a post using the tag 'aknai' ♡
music

listen well,these songs are dear to me.♡