Daydreaming About Making Out With Him As Blood Drips Down Our Chins (preferably My Blood)

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

— Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit

watching the one you love most be happy with someone else hurts. i couldn’t be the reason you smiled everyday. i’m sorry.

me and who

yum

[eating your heart from between your ribs] please know that you are loved

god, i'd rather die than be without you.

i am the storm i was always afraid of getting stuck in.

La belle personne (2008)

the stars know your name. they know my heart belongs to you, until the ends of time. they know how perfect you are to me.

eat me (flirting)