A blog that expresses my true feelings that i keep inside and hide from others :) I love to meet new people as well!
WHEN I WAS
A YOUNG BOY
found my mom burning on the celing, so he vouched to find the thing that killed her, and so me and my brother grew up on the road and was taught how to kill monsters
TO SEE A MARCHING BAND
take your brother outside as fast as you can
WOULD YOU BE THE SAVIOUR OF THE BROKEN
I miss it. I miss craving the blade across my arm, feeling it opening my skin, making it scarred for life.