crunchibu

[crunchibu]

“I tried kissing your deepest wounds, but they seem to sting. I lay here motionless, wishing you could see the oleander blooming in front of you”

[crunchibu]

“Do not fall in love with people like me.

I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”Caitlyn Siehl

[crunchibu]

“He held my face in his palms, those malevolent eyes deceptively peaceful. Like the eye of a hurricane. No wind. No rain. No storm. But surrounded by chaos and followed by mayhem. Destruction was the only thing it left behind, leaving nothing it touched unruined. That was Saint. A deadly hurricane, and there was not a chance in hell I’d survive the storm.” The Rise of Saint