The beauty of evil is the good that transcends it.
We are not victims, we are survivors.
You are a canvas.
Personality paints your eyes red and your heart blue.
Nothing more than a mortal shell.
Bullocks.
Everything we adore is harbored in the backs of our eyes.
Blink.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 7:51 AM UTC
The beauty of evil is the good that transcends it.
We are not victims, we are survivors.
You are a canvas.
Personality paints your eyes red and your heart blue.
Nothing more than a mortal shell.
Bullocks.
Everything we adore is harbored in the backs of our eyes.
Blink.
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