Thalionlainiel

this is the song to your heart. listen. - part zero. oh, dearest, why are you locked inside a bathroom stall? no one to hold you, tell you sweet lies and say you are beautiful, say you are perfect? it's not the end of the world, not yet. if it was, wouldn't there be fireworks? - part one. sleeping. your heart is not yet dead; please do not say it is. if it was dead, it wouldn't hurt this much. your heart is only sleeping. - part two. when the only melody in your head is a break up song, and the only thing your heart seems capable of doing is twisting itself into knots, and the only thing you want to do is hide a