𝓙𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙝.

tell me every terrible thing you did and let me love you anyway.

𝚆𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗

and when i have to die then, i want to melt away from your kiss. and then, when i am dead, bury me close to your heart.

killing is one of those things that gets easier the more you do it.

i hate that you leave when the lights come on, and if i had it my way, the fucking sun would be gone.

people like me... people like me can survive!

i was never afraid of death until i met you. how am i supposed to leave you behind?