He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.
(via hellothisistruth)
so the boy is not a wolf– but he bites like one. when you tell everyone he has teeth, he just smiles and smiles.
ON NOT SAYING WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN IN THE FACE OF TRAUMA, Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
Oh, how fast the evening passes; cleaning up the champagne glasses.
Someone: You're so dramatic!
Me, with a rose between my lips, throwing glitter around, dressed in evening wear during the day, draping myself across a piano: I have no idea what you're talking about
And these are my vices: impatience, bad temper, wine, the more than occasional cigarette, an almost unquenchable thirst to be kissed. a hunger that isn’t hunger but something like fear…
Cecilia Woloch, from “Fireflies,” Carpathia (via lifeinpoetry)