Blood splattered everywhere, turning the ivory keys crimson
exactly.. you shouldn't be romanticizing self harm, it's not something that i'm proud of that's for sure
I clasp my hand over the cut the blade had left on my shoulder, pain seeping up my arm like poison
I have always understood why vultures mate for life. You can’t live among a sickness without starting to become it. There is a quiet kind of dying in always waiting for death. — Yves Olade, “antinous among the reeds”
Makeup and FX by Larry Higbee, via Behance
Úgy tisztelem az ilyen embereket akik meg merik tenni magukkal ezt. Bár nekem is lenne ennyi eröm és meg tudnám tenni.