I am a Stardust Sorcerer, colour-bursting Indian. I ride giant black cats
through the velvet sky. I roll around in the dirt and cover my Moon-skin and Sun-freckled
body in grass and flowers. I enjoy messy hair and long eyelashes. I enjoy boys and
blood. I want to speak with the Trees, I want to fly on bat wings, I want to kiss
Peter Pan. I am a lost boy, I am a werewolf with charm, a vampire with poetry on my tongue. I am a story teller. I am The Bloody Prince, and I am searching for my twin.
" The first stain happened when your hand first touched mine. The second is black pen ink. The third was an accident, or so everyone said. The fourth is a burn or worse. The fifth is the name of a feeling I made up and then wrote down. When no one’s around, I practice saying the words you’ll never hear." -I Wrote This For You (via dreamslow)