kisses-of-moonlight tethea My fingers aren’t pretty things dancing over piano keys, they’re spotted with ink and they never stop fidgeting.My heart is graceless and blunt, it’s muddled and swarming with dreams.My mind isn’t simple or charming, its full of tangled ideas and half finished plans.I’ll never be easy I’m complex and foggy and cluttered with thoughts I hope you don’t mind the mess. A.O.A.M | I’m A Certain Type Of Mess (via thehipsterconspiracy)