Famous Wannabe

Everyone I loved, I loved for free. But you don't know how much I paid for that.

suddenly i don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because i have always yearned for someone to understand my soul.

“if i were you-” you’d collapse and burst into flames if you were me.

There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave

youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga

November Mood: black beret, old parks, Daphne du Maurier novels, black high neck sweater, dark cherry lipstick, printing old photographs, long train rides, black rose tea, candlelight, Nettare di Fiori by Gucci, lavender chocolate, empty cafés.