Forwarded from β’β’
Ω ΩΩ
Ψ¨ΨΉΩΨ―Ψ© ΩΩ ΨͺΩΩ Ψ§ΩΩ
Ψ³Ψ§ΩΨ© Ψ§ΩΩΨ΅ΩΨ±Ψ© Ψ§ΩΨͺΩ Ψ¨ΩΩΩΨ§ π€
Sometimes you have to fight for the things that are worth fighting for.
E C I I P S E π
ΩΨ°Ψ§ ΩΩ Ψ£ΨͺΩΨ¨Ω Ψ§ΩΨΉΨ§ΩΩ
ΩΩ
Ψ§ ΩΩ
ΨΉΩΩΩ ΩΩΨ· Ψ§ΩΨͺΨΉΨ§ΩΨ΄ Ω
ΨΉΩ ΩΨ§ ΨͺΩΩΨ¨ΩΩΩ ΨΨͺΩ ΨͺΨΈΩ ΨΉΩΩ ΩΩΨ― Ψ§ΩΨΩΨ§Ψ©
Her heart is a violent garden
Her hands full of dirt
Her eyes a midnight storm
Her hands full of dirt
Her eyes a midnight storm
Forwarded from E C I I P S E π (Saly Ib)
Songs at night hit differently
I'm gonna love you till
My lungs give out
I promise till death we part like in our vows
My lungs give out
I promise till death we part like in our vows
Forwarded from ππππππ (vlΞ±d)
"everyone is judging so do whatever the fuck you want."