Otkad si otis'o k’o da prosao je vek
niti stojim, nit’ se pomicem
na tudjim usnama moje nisu nasle lek
telo dam, a srce izmicem
Retko mi dolazis, negde zivot ti je lep
cesto sam se molila za to
ako me potrazis znaj da cekam zauvek
ne verujem jos u prekasno
“Zalupim ti vrata ispred nosa, samo da vidim da li ćeš ih razvaliti.”
— I.M. (via tatina-mala-princeza)
“Oh, won’t you be mine—again and again and again? No matter what happens I have always loved you so. And I love you still. Happily, happily foreverafterwards—the best we could.”
— Zelda Fitzgerald in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, c. 1936
"Moments become memories and people become lessons, that's life."
How many scars did we justify because we loved the person holding the knife?
somewhere in between trying to live my life and trying to run away from it
