Brutal Fantasy

she was a quiet, soft spoken soul with tender-hearted spirit, always smelled like fresh lavender and nature. walking between rose bushes with poetry book in her hands, her voice was sweet in sound when she whispered the loveliest melodies to her roses. ♡

We chose different paths, I went towards reality and you succumbed into a world of paranoia and delusons

feeling like maybe. i can only access love through fiction.

“I sit on a man’s back, hurting him and forcing him to carry me, and I tell myself and others that I feel sad for him, and want to help him in any way that I can. …in any way, that is, but to get off his back.” -Leo Tolstoy

Everybody shut up I'm sinking into a daydream universe where I'm loved and nothing is wrong