seso-ra asked:
kaylemarie-spacey16 answered:
i.
broken glass litters the flaming asphalt. i’m blinking back tears and you’re trying to keep the leaking ethanol out of your mouth. we always go too fast; we always pay the price
ii.
I never in a million years imagined that the sound of someone’s heartbreaking could range from the sound of a jet engine blast, to the deafening silence after the other shoe drops.
iii.
“why is everything always do or die with you?”
iv.
my town is a reflection of the people in it. the buildings are all painted in pretty, pastel hues. the wood is sanded down so smooth and weather-proof. each building has at least 5 stories, and endless closets to get lost inside. you’ll find yourself swallowed up in its grandness, and hyperventilating from fear of the ever encompassing dark. please, stay awhile, fill the void we feel so deep in all our hearts.
JULIA // k.m.
