Roselyn S. Grey.

Wattpads’ new update is removing private messages altogether- I’m not okay with this. To Raymond, Jonas, Mission, Izzy, Dylan, Tristen, Silencia, Mina & Troy… If you ever come back on here, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. Your best bet is to find my instagram @_roselyngrey - message me there, unless you’re someone who already knows my email or Soundcloud. I’m leaving here finally, but you all still hold a special place in my heart. Always will!  Ciao~

Merry Christmas, mi amore.~

Thanks for the follow 

Whew, I see quaratine has bought back some souls to this ghost town. It's been a fckn' minute. 

I do believe I knew you. Hm. 

Blood dripped from her fingertips, her breaths shallow and staggered as she took a step back to assess the damage she’d caused. Deep slashes littered her glowing skin, some old, some fresh. The wounds didn’t seem to bother her much; in fact, it was almost as if she revelled in the pain. A true masochist. Beautiful wings spread wide behind her, though dark crimson splattered over them, staining the angelic white feathers. A sly smirk tugged at the corner of her crimson lips, her brunette locks hiding most of her delicate features from view. She was a rather delicate thing, one would not ever believe such a small thing were capable of the destruction witnessed. The power that surged through her would continue to intensify, and the grounds beneath her would start to open up as the blood of her prey seeped into the cracks. Loud, deathly screams could be heard from below; the agonising pain evident in each. Her chin would tilt upwards, her piercing purple orbs locking with the small child standing a few feet away from her. The child’s body trembled in fear, wide eyes unable to rip away from her own as a sadistic smile crept across her lips. One more. One more to rip apart, and the full potential of her power would be accessible. She would be unstoppable. The insanity grew with each step towards the child, taking over every inch of her. Whispers of praise echoed in her ears, blocking out the pleading cries of the child that was begging her to stop. She continued to inch forwards, the demonic voice growing louder, edging her on, whispering promises of power. She was too close to stop, now. It was hers for the taking. Just one more…

your bio is absolutely beautiful. 

we don’t bleed the same.

@-evolucion let’s talk in private.

It’s been a while, gorgeous. How’re you?