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.
" It’s a little bit horrifying just how quickly everything can fall to crap. Sometimes, it takes a huge loss to remind you of what you care about the most. Sometimes, you find yourself becoming stronger as a result. Wiser, better equipped to deal with the next disaster that comes along. Sometimes, but not always." -Grey’s Anatomy (via beauty-in-fear-and-misery)