The Devil is in the Details
“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and monuments,
and kiss you in every beautiful
place, so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.”
— Paraphrased and mixed from Katrina, M.K., and Unknown

rawrypls:

Why does it hurt when I say I love you
Maybe because I’m not happy to say
It to my friend
And never again
As my love
I love you used to bring a smile
To my face
But now it’s an empty


Space

"You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond."
(via shroomfairy)

(Source: the-psycho-cutie, via gypsyrose27)

"

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

"

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

(via whatthefuckdelvon)

turnipjelly:

evenhellcanbehomey:

the-lonely-scottish-guy:

if everybody got a free miniature animal at birth that protected you, like a tiny elephant or dragon, the world would be a better place.

write a book

You could call it The Golden Compass

(via thefuuuucomics)

cottoncandy-dreams:


Ah Jason, he is a total legend. Yes, our first ever meeting in the lobby of a Belfast hotel did start by him rugby tackling me to the floor yelling “WIFEY!!”
- Emilia Clarke

winterfellstarx:

#stop petyr baelish from getting any closer to sansa 2014

(via what-flutters-and-floats)

"he’s going to fuck you up and you’re going to let him"
most sober thing a drunk person could ever say to you (via n-nni)

(Source: w-r-i-st-s, via what-flutters-and-floats)

ungreat:

got so many compliments on my jeans ah
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