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