In the end, Peter Pan pulled off Tinkerbell's wings, so she could never leave. Sometimes love's just another way to bleed.
like shooting stars we shine and then we fade, breaking the promises we made ♥
They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone, But for what we've become we just feel more alone, Always weigh what i've lost against what i have left So progress report :I am missing you to death
i want to write the perfect song, and play it just for you, while you are tangled up in sleep. i need you more than ill ever know until i stop breathing my lungs will take you for granted. ♥