“Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
19 January, 2015
When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye,
you're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry.
You float like a feather, in a beautiful world,
I wish I was special... you're so fucking special.
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