saddest sweetness, the angel of sorrow
"my tears have mixed with your blood. a new being was created. her name was sorrow. she either felt too much or nothing at all. her aching made her as beautiful as she was ugly. born of tragedy. her curious creation was surely some act of cruelty. she would not be saved. she was to die, suffocate in and of her own sadness. she evaporated, just as tears do, but she was not to be forgotten. her exsistence has seared me with scars, reminders of a brillant and blinding darkness."
(this is my winter account. i write here when i need it most, so don’t be surprised if you don’t hear from me for awhile~* but i will come back.)