Stigma of Scars ---

Stigma of Scars --- The stigma of memories and broken dreams...

I am human... who bleeds the same way you do, falls madly in love and cries when broken.
kay-res-telle:

Photoshop In life.
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I’m sorry but this is just cool.
what the hell?! why doesn’t this have more notes?!
Oh my god.
omoooo

kay-res-telle:

Photoshop In life.

reblog then click the photo

I’m sorry but this is just cool.

what the hell?! why doesn’t this have more notes?!

Oh my god.

omoooo

(Source: sexxtape, via thatsovanilla)

Only when the clock stops will my memories be erased.
For nothing else would quench the thirst of my heart,
ease its rhythm of a mournful beat.
Nothing else would make me forget your face or smile
Or your voice that echos through my head… the sound of my conscience.
-Stigma of Scars
P.S I will forever love you…

Only when the clock stops will my memories be erased.

For nothing else would quench the thirst of my heart,

ease its rhythm of a mournful beat.

Nothing else would make me forget your face or smile

Or your voice that echos through my head… the sound of my conscience.

-Stigma of Scars

P.S I will forever love you…