“they call it ice because after 1, 2, 3 lines, your blood runs cold. you turn to skin and bones, and no amount of layers will keep you warm. you’re isolated and mistrusting, and before it’s too late, you’ll sell your soul. and after enough of your life passes you by, you’ll realize that ice has turned your heart cold.”
— blackout.
11.9.15
a.a.a. (via les-mots-de-coeur)
