Whenever I read post secret, I always find a secret that is my own.
We never tried, he’ll never know.
(Source: die-today-for-free, via jennmacabre)
Between the Click of the Light and the start of the Dream
Life’s last breath.
Laughter in the face of death.
The Victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by Love’s First Kiss,
Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch’s trick, a spindle should your finger prick… a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death, but just in sleep, the fateful prophecy you’ll keep.
The daffodils were out.
Caught in the hands of fate.
The morning creeps, feeding insanity. in the absence of sleep she feels.