ma chérie, you & me, c'est love pour la vie.

every fear is a portal, fly through.

этот мир забыл что такое настоящая женская энергия.

that’s a face people go to war for. a face you’d write poems about. a face to keep a picture of. a face you’d dream about all day. a face sculpted by the gods. a face of your first love. a face so perfect you’ll never forget.

change your fate.

there’s a girl who walked into a fire with three stones, & walked out with three dragons, how could she not believe in destiny .ᐣ

i urge you: come be angry at a nearer distance.

he had mingled poison with every drop of pleasure, a drop of poison in every kiss, every thrust of sensual pleasure the thrust of a knife killing what he desired, killing with guilt.

she craved love as people crave opium, & greedily swallowed the draught that was poisoning her heart.

anyway, writing isn't confession. writing is archaeology. i dig through layers of myself & find artifacts i didn't know i had buried.

within me lies what you really want.

revenge is not in my plans, you will fuck yourself up on your own.

you’d trade lives with me in a heartbeat.

hedonistic soul.

baby; let your gaurd down.

you can only perceive real beauty in a person as they get older.

it’s not just a lack of class; it’s the public confession of a mind that inhabits an intellectual desert.

he’s such a cunt.

one more risky touch, feels like heaven.

show me everything you’re hiding.

come a little closer.