tell me to stop and i will. tell me to not love you anymore and i will.
but you don't say a word, you like my sufferance as much as you like your bones.

at least i’m in love and i get kisses on my cheeks, guess that’ll make it so much better.

another day of longing at the factory of yearning.

a rose in love, a legend in the making.

حکایت تولد شکوفه و سوز، عشق در بین شاخ و برگ رز. چراغی شعله ور، غزل هایی که از لبِ خار بوسیده زمزمه می‌شوند. در گرهٔ مخملی او، قلبی می‌تپد. سرود شیرین و مخفیِ عشق او به تنهایی برایش شکوفه می‌دهد.

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from thorny stem to crimson petals, it diath bleed. a sacrifice to love's cruel muse. its petals, like soft lips, kissed the earth with bloody promise, as if to say " take this, drink deep, and let this love consume thee. "

" poupée au coeur "

like a perfume of love and sadness combined.

her beauty, her tenderness.