i would rather hurt myself by keeping this inside me than let you ache i would rather let you feel free than watch you break
Do I think I loved you? Maybe. I certainly think I loved the idea of you
let me lacerate my flesh and watch the darkness pour out we are just frail creatures haunted by lust i can feel my lungs getting heavier when i shout the lesson is, never trust
She’s hope (and everything in between that) She’s all the kind words and the reassuring smiles She’s despair (and everything in between that) She’s all the pink cuts and my lost guts She is everything. (everything I could ever be mad at) She’s all the love and something I will never be free of
white wine and cigars only seventeen, already everyman's dream blue blouses and pink scars her mind is full of agony, you could call her #life as a tragedy
