*Trigger Warning* “She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”


She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.

Roman Payne (via arabarabarab)

(Source: larmoyante)


Why is it the person that makes me the happiest also makes me the saddest?

If you were a bottle of pills, I sure as hell wouldn’t hesitate to overdose.

Does she stay on the phone with you till three in the morning (sometimes four) to make sure you fall asleep?

Does she know all of the lyrics to your favourite songs despite the fact that she finds them utterly annoying?

Does she know where the bruises on your left shoulder blade came from? Does she know that they’re there?

Does she know what to say when you feel like the entire universe is against you? Does she say anything at all?

Does she laugh at your dumb jokes just to see the cute little satisfied grin spread across your face afterwards?

Does she remind you to take your meds? Does she remind you not to take too many?

Does she leave you love notes in your apartment? Does she know how much small things like that mean to you?

Does she tell your parents not to worry about you as she loses hours upon hours of sleep doing it for them?

Does she believe you when you tell her you love her? Does she argue that she loves you more?

so i heard you got a new girlfriend (via the-psycho-cutie)

If love is murder, you’ve got a killers touch and I want to die in your arms.

i think i’m in love with a crime scene (via the-psycho-cutie)