A little poem to Florence Welch

Voice of a magical creation from depth of the oceans

It’s echoing in our emotions

You have this passionate power to fly through our souls

Dancing around the pain, and the open wounds

Many rooms filled with pictures of yours

We following you with our broken voice

Virág B Kis

renegadeboys:

“what the fuck is wrong with me?” i ask, fully aware of the mood, personality, and anxiety disorders i have

(Source: wormtitty)