you write so
beautifully, the
inside of your
mind must be a
terrifying place

the saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad

i hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful

if you're dating a writer and they don't write about you, then they don't love you. writers fall in love with people we find inspiring.

all the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. and that’s the tragedy of living.

just want to be kissed over and over

i wish you were a book pic.twitter.com/WIzf78Bk

seduce me. write letters to me. and poems, i love poems. ravish me with your words. seduce me.

it’s just so strange.
you used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.

when i met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind

you should love the person that makes you glad that you're alive

i think there is a difference between loving the idea of someone and actually loving who they are

isn’t it ironic
how we kill
flowers
because we
think that
they are
beautiful

i have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow i am still in love with life.

i tried to drown my sorrows but they learned how to swim

i want to be like water.
i want to slip through fingers,
but hold up a ship.

tell me a story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe

i hope one day you find someone who makes flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you

even though i like being alone, i don’t fancy being lonely

i have the dirtiest thoughts