tattoo from a book

And i hope that when it’s 3am and i cross your mind, you feel like you jumped off the highest building and your ribs crack from the fall. And I hope when restlessness is your only companion, you think of me. And as you think of me you realise the beauty of heartbreak, the beauty that I felt for years.
And I hope you fall into piles of regrets and break the spine you never had, and I hope you rummage through your closet looking for pieces of me when someone asks how I’m doing. And I hope you find my first hand written letter to you and you get poisoned with the sweetness and genuineness of the words. And i hope your wounds remain raw long enough for you to realise, to never break another heart, to never betray another love. And I hope that you stare into your reflection in the mirror and you see a tear streaking down your cheek. And I hope that your inflated pride shatters from the weariness of your soul and I hope that the next person that comes to your life, keeps you in your place, unlike me. I hope she doesn’t make the same mistakes that I did.
—  i wish you hell
And next thing you know, you’re awake, crying, at 3 am with no one to talk to and that’s when you realize that you’re completely and utterly alone.
—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #7 // D.P
The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it

The songs she sang in the shower were about you.

Then you left her.

She doesn’t sing in the shower anymore.

—  stella .
excerpt from a book I’ll never write

you know what I think Aphrodite would be really down for? Tattoos.

Pastel floral tattoos all over a devotee’s body

A quote from a favorite book on another’s wrist

Huge intimidating skulls traveling down someone’s arms.

Like I think she’d be so into her devotees decorating their bodies, she’d see it as a permanent offering, something beautiful etched into your skin until the day you die, so much better than the faded paintings and broken statues designed in her image so long ago.

Just. Fuck yeah I think Aphrodite loves the idea of tattoos.

And the sad, tragic truth is that people never change, no matter how much you want them to.
—  D.P
Those who love you will never leave. Those who steal your happiness and confidence are simply thieves.
And you don’t need them.
—  Always make sure you’re okay, and keep your own heart on the highest shelf.
She was the definition of bittersweet. Some days she was a ray of sunshine who would be pointing out everything that I never knew was so beautiful. She would be giggling like a little kid while sipping a chocolate milkshake. She would be enchanting me with her oddly amazing roller blading while the lights were low and the music was loud. She would be singing at the top of her lungs while we were driving fast on the highway. But other days she would turn so sour. Some days she would snarl at me and shove me when I didn’t even talk to her. She would belt out horrendous, heart sickening words at me if I tried to be supportive. She chose to be nice when it was beneficial to her but when she didn’t feel like being nice, she turned into a beast far worse than any fantasy. But the worst thing is, I still love her after all that.
—  I’m attracted to what’s toxic to me and I hate it
And he thinks he knows you because he’s touched your skin and kissed you in places no one else has, but baby, he can’t even tell someone what your favorite color is.
—  n.g // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #25
And there is no human who is not susceptible to change. We all are prone to change at some point of our lives,no matter how huge or mere it is. Because of people,we change. Because of situations,we change. Because of nightmares,we change. Because of love,we change. We never exactly remain the person we were a few years ago but isn’t it beautiful to know that despite our major efforts to hold onto some people who love us for who we are at that very exact moment, we do unintentionally let go of them because of change. When we change and our minds and hearts alter, some people come and some people leave, but there are some who love us even when we change a little,accepting our growth or downfall equally. Those are the people you need to pull down mountains for. Those are the people who, if they ever choose to, deserve to hurt you.
Only then once you hurt someone, you realize just how selfish all your actions were. But the sad thing about that is you can never take it back.
—  Having writer’s block lately
If I start to fall for you, please don’t be the one to catch me, because I want you falling too. Hopefully we can fall forever together.
—  excerpts from a book I’ll never write #71

“This ink, carved, into my skin; 

                      The scars, and art, of love.” 

-DY // twelve words for 12am thoughts // the love behind this dragon tattoo