𐂂 ᴰᴼᴱ

we all live in a house on fire, with no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns down the house with us trapped, locked in it.

(Flirting) youre like a cigarette to me

you'll never see, but you will know. i'll be all the poets, i'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.