wsms + pride: the main four

Oh, we are the kids that you never loved
We are the ones that will never grow up
We’re just some kids from the West End
We are the voices you never heard
We are the fire you never let burn
We’re just some kids from the West End

star-eaters:

Go to bed early and dream of better things. Fill your stomach with sweet fruits and honey. Clean your body with sea salt and brush your hair every night. Let the moss grow out of the places you were broken. Do not show them how vile you are. Wait for the oblivion to take over you. Someday the star that gave us birth will swallow us whole but not in our lifetime. How tragic. Take good care.

octittyan:

jastavian + the stars

What’s poison now, was perfect then
Sirens screaming out again
Baby it ain’t right
But isn’t it amazing?



I was just enough, but you need everything
It’s all a blur, we’re clearly fading baby


Why do you make me want to leave this world behind?
Our ship is stuck in a bottle
Let’s break the glass tonight
I’ll be your after glow, your sweetness and your light
I’ll be the chemical that helps you sleep at night
We’re stardust, you and I