"I'art pour I'art"

It always amuses me to imagine a mortal going against a God with everything he's got to fight for what he holds so dear.

These hands won't get tired of writing down about the chaos you caused in my mind, but on cheat days, let them unhook your bra.

I don't feel like myself, I am happy.

To define her with abstract adjectives is a different kind of intimacy.

Her eyes are not the colour of the ocean but they hold the depth greater than the oceans.

Death has to be dressed up in a suit to take me.

"Even the most annoying chores, most rotten smells, most disturbing songs or most hideous jokes will amuse you if they remind you of home"

"Even the most annoying chores, most rotten smells, most disturbing songs or most hideous jokes will amuse you if they remind you of home"

I want to read and write and live tragedies. I love tragedy.

For a heart to pity, it doesn't have to beat.

I too love winters but with this fragile body struggling with even trivial cold, I doubt I am going to survive through it.