A burning snow storm

The accumulation of dreams and dew drops resides here. Here, the moon collides with skin. These atoms are made from remnants of stars. She makes a wish on her hands. Dreams dust her eyes. A three legged wolf howls while a ghost in her lungs laughs

Please read: Due to a high amount of unused blogs on Tumblr, we are deleting every blog that does not reblog this by January first. People have been asking for taken URL’s and this is what we are doing.

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DAMMIT, STAFF. 

Lol just gonna reblog this on all my saved urls.

 well, id hate to be the person that didnt see this.

uhg fml. not taking any risks. SORRY FOLLOWERS!

yeah ^^ sorry followers. not taking any chances. tumblr=my life..

((At first I was just like. Ya what ever. Then I looked at the fucking source!))

hnng apologies all around.

I’ve been inactive forever… but alas, I’m a coward. I hope this isn’t real at all.

(Source: staff)

Burn me until there’s nothing but bone and ashes. Make me into the wind and the howls of wolves.

Burn me until there’s nothing but bone and ashes. Make me into the wind and the howls of wolves.

You are not a demon nor a robot. Beneath all your made up abnormalities they say, you are just a human.

You are not a demon nor a robot. Beneath all your made up abnormalities they say, you are just a human.

Beyond the veil and into the future. Everything is covered in dust and spiderwebs. Whose beloved will you be then?

Beyond the veil and into the future. Everything is covered in dust and spiderwebs. Whose beloved will you be then?

And in that moment and only that moment, she became immortal in his memory. He was breathless to the point of exhaustion.

And in that moment and only that moment, she became immortal in his memory. He was breathless to the point of exhaustion.

Restless nostalgia and bedtime stories. Whispers and soft laughs. Where have they run to? How have I lost them?

Restless nostalgia and bedtime stories. Whispers and soft laughs. Where have they run to? How have I lost them?

And already I miss our days of lazy laughter. I miss the warm sun and our moments of quiet. We’ll be friends forever, regardless of the cliches that invokes.

And already I miss our days of lazy laughter. I miss the warm sun and our moments of quiet. We’ll be friends forever, regardless of the cliches that invokes.

Little princess, are you lost? Have all your friends abandoned you with their deaths?

Little princess, are you lost? Have all your friends abandoned you with their deaths?

She loved him too much to let him go. Her ghostly fingers pulled on his heart. It dragged him to the river and held him under. He fought so hard and valiantly, but to no avail. Her deranged love pulled him down like hot iron on his limbs.

She loved him too much to let him go. Her ghostly fingers pulled on his heart. It dragged him to the river and held him under. He fought so hard and valiantly, but to no avail. Her deranged love pulled him down like hot iron on his limbs.

I’ve been promised my blood and bones to the murky waters like a bride is to the demons in the shadows.

I’ve been promised my blood and bones to the murky waters like a bride is to the demons in the shadows.