smultronställe

“Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.”

“One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find–– is they are not always with whom we spend our lives” 

how many times do you repeatedly have to slash your wrists til you start to feel better?

get up from the table where love is no longer being served.

there were new cuts on my left wrist. my mom saw them, two days late, while I tried to wipe off the açaí stains from my fingers. she looked at the three slits and looked at me then looked back at them. she knew that i knew that she knew, but she asked anyways. i knew that she knew that i knew that she knew, but i answered anyways. "these scratches? must've hit something i don't know." "oh."