decay of the self centered.
soul of a poet, fire of a bullet; she is what she is, nothing less or unspoken. she dont love you no more, shes in love with her motive ♥
change;
I can withstand.
"The heart is extremely fertile soil. Whatever is planted there, good or bad, will take root and grow."
Abdul Nasir Jangda (via middecember)
(Source: larmoyante)
"I feel you there, in every pore. Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out — but you can’t prevent your being there. Can you stop your thoughts? I hear them ticking away like a clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, and I’m certain you hear mine."
Jean Paul Sartre, No Exit (via violentwavesofemotion)
"She’s the kind of girl a guy meets when he’s too young, and he fucks up because there’s too much living to do. But later he realizes she’s perfect."
Californication (via mviso)
(Source: seventh-story-nobody)
