He’s Only Seventeen And Already A Monster

I want God to look at me. I want to be the first sinner to cauterize his clandestine wounds; to be the first beautiful thing he abandons heaven for.

Camillea (via robins)

i’m pb&j - petty, bitter and jealous

Get rid of that and there’s nothing left.

Boys in the Trees dir. Nicholas Verso (2016)

                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

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                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

Someone: You're so dramatic!

Me, with a rose between my lips, throwing glitter around, dressed in evening wear during the day, draping myself across a piano: I have no idea what you're talking about

He was too rich; like fine chocolate, deprivation and excess of him toed the same thin line.

waiting for roses; b.e. (via fluerdelis)

I enjoyed the danger and the intensity.

Anaïs Nin, from “Delta Of Venus,” originally published c. August 1977 (via violentwavesofemotion)