s i n e m a t i c
devil's night
death march
By nata
The darkness crept up her hand, caressing her outstretched fingers, slithering around her wrist, and holding tight with a grip of iron. Talons grew from her fingertips, razor-edged claws, long and fierce. It climbed her arm, the tendrils of the darkness spattering like spilled ink on the pale parchment of her skin…
I’m what the kids call ‘an atrocity to god’.
the DEVIL didn’t scare me
so what makes you think that YOU could?
modern mythology: demons
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy, when skies are gray
You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you
So please, don’t take my sunshine away
Inspired by this (x) lovely post of the-princess-and-the-strawberry
