#text for edits

[elmunson]

His hands were created to be cold and destructive; to be deadly towards whatever stopped him from accomplishing his mission. And yet, when they rest upon you, they're warm and sentient

Yesterday’s Wake (a Detroit Become Human fanfic)

[elmunson]

“You look beautiful, like a rose”

     The petals you see disguise the hidden thorns

“You always blossom in the sun”

     Because I’ve known the dark and its cold touch all my life

“You enjoy standing in the rain”

     Sometimes, I like to be reminded that I’m still living; still feeling

“You’re rooted so deep, why is that?”

     Once you’ve been knocked down as many times as I have, you won’t understand

— your impressionism vs my reality (source: reyskestis)

[elmunson]

He was a stranger and yet, it felt personal between them, like visiting a place that you once swore you’ve seen in a dream.

Shadow Preachers, Chapter Three

[skywalkersolos-blog]

[skywalkersolos-blog]