Pics Are Not Mine

I’d rather get hit by a car than have my heart broken ever again

The Society of Others by William Nicholson

I love when people reply to me with long messages and details and keep the conversation interesting like yes tell me everything I'm listening

“no grave can hold my body down. i’ll crawl home to her” …. yea …. that. that or Nothing

reminded me of what Mahmoud Darwish said :,) i think about this quite often

rainy day

people who experience psychosis and anger issues and paranoia and delusions and intrusive thoughts and addiction and dissociation and other “ugly” non-romanticized mental health issues i love you and i believe you and you are not a bad person

hey (with the intention of brainwashing you into loving me forever)

From “The Flowers of Evil” by Charles Beaudelaire Funeral Parade of Roses (薔薇の葬列) (1969) Dir. Matsumoto Toshio

guy: so what do you like?

me: 

she guessed my favorite color first try..

but between me and u……. i didnt even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow!! she was hella excited n smiling like a little kid. so i told her she was right and i havent seen yellow the same since, its in everything. i could probably live in it now. 

she's a 10 but she loves getting you hard in public