r͓̽a͓̽q͓̽u͓̽e͓̽l͓̽ ★❁☆

all sweet treats eventually spoil

life’s starting to taste like smoking with my white lighter

sometimes its better to leave than to fight so tonight i bid my farewell in silence before love turns bitter

most often i want no one to speak to , to answer to , i want to be a ghost. though its still your world i want to haunt