Cissa
Cissa   Florianopolis, Santa Catarina, Brazil
 
 
Right here, right now, all the way in Battery City, the little children raise their open filthy palms like tiny daggers up to heaven. And all the juvie halls and the ritalin rats ask angels made from neon and ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ garbage, scream out: "What will save us?"

And the sky opened up...
Actuellement hors ligne
Asgorth 12 oct. à 15h27 
:'(
queria tanto que você estivesse aqui. te amo demais :(
colibrinks 5 mars à 13h31 
sinto sua falta
Lulubz 21 févr. à 16h41 
te amo
some kind of sneaky witch-thief 19 avr. 2023 à 15h53 
<3
some kind of sneaky witch-thief 6 janv. 2023 à 6h21 
“Where has this cold come from?
“It comes from the death of your friend.”

Will I always, from now on, be this cold?
“No, it will diminish. But always it will be with you.”

What is the reason for it?
“Wasn’t your friendship always as beautiful as a flame?”