Oh, Lovely

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.

I am ‘the girl you go and cry to’ material, not ‘the girl you go and cry for’ material.

You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.

Puedo amarte como a nadie en el universo, o puedo planear tu muerte, y no sentir una pizca de remordimiento al respecto

I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.