my own version of exquisite darkness which lies within my soul - with visuals.
By: Ioana Moldovan
I want the clock's hand in a spiderweb
I miss the feeling of your misery
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
WARNING: sensitive topics
What's the cost of playing God?
I feel every movement like a vhs on repeat
Grapefruit sky at 7:44... I’m alive with Viracochas lightning
♡ It feels like cloud 9 in your twin size bed ♡
I remember when I was 14, he will visit me in my sleep.
our love was my first principle
My heart is cracked like your phone screen.
I'm the soil thirsty for your brain storm.
He left me in a blue city, full of neon lights, cigarettes and one night-stands..
On my first time I caught some feelings
caress me, your love couldn't be more fake..
Lipliner on, I own the show