The Fabric of Our Souls

by K.M. Moronova

For the broken ones who are in need of something dark, morbid, and beautiful.

wait for the weight of the world to pass. Wait until the tremors that wrack through your skull drift into the depths again. Wait until the sun rises, and the light makes you feel a little less pointless.”

She’s the image of heartache—and I want the pain she instills inside my heart forever.

I want to run free with all the dark things in the night.

The fabric of our souls is thin—we’ve been wandering this world just to unite in this small corner of the universe. Our connection is frightening and enchanting all at once.

“The Fabric of our Souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly.”