because not even the smoke from 1000 cigars infused into my lungs or various drugs messing with my head could influence me the way she did, and man, was I addicted.
—  she’s my addiction // D.P
It’s weird. I kind of feel empty inside, you know? The kind of empty that no matter the amount of alcohol or illegal drugs it will never fill this ginormous void inside me. A kind of emptiness that could swallow you into a dark oblivion like a villainous black hole.
—  u.r

You are an angel and a demon.
You are heaven and hell.
You kill me and you make me live.
You are my insanity and my sanity.
You make me restless and calm at the same time.
You are pain and you are pleasure.
You are full of mistakes, but perfect.
You divide me, but you make me whole.
You are all and nothing.
You are my question and my answer.
You are my nightmare and my most beautiful dream.
You make me fall down, but you catch me.
You give me reason but make me scrutinize.
You let me feel perfect and hate myself.
You make me sick and cured.
You make me feel.
You are all I want and you are all I care for.
You are my delusion and my truth.
You are my singularity.


….lets run away together…