Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But fear not. All flesh decays. Death turns all to ash. And thus, death frees every soul.
==Grand Inquisitor Silencio==
Reblogged from victorian-mysteries
Reblogged from jawbreakerdoll
Sunt momente in care podeaua se confunda cu cerul
(Source: cherished--wounds)