VESPÉRALE TUMBLR

21.04.15 — from eden, hozier.

“Honey, you’re familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. Babe, there’s something wretched about this, something so precious about this.”