She wasn't the kind of girl you see in movies.

She was the kind of girl you read in books; so beautiful yet so broken.

maybe you're the sun and i am the moon,
maybe you're a saint and i am a sinner,
maybe you're the sky and i am the ground,
we will never collide,
but if we ever do,
chaos will destroy us.

he sat alone in sadness.
the air of melancholy were suffocating his lungs.
clotting his veins,
slowing his heart beat,
he wanted to scream her name but no words were enough to tell the stars how much he needed her back.

"The problem with suicide is that when it becomes an option in your mind, it's always an option."

you know you're in love when you notice every ******* flaw someone has and still think they're beautiful.

La tristesse durera toujours.*

–Van Gogh

"do you love poetry?"
"yes, and art and books."
"so you love all the beautiful things, do you love yourself?"
"no."

*and i thought she loved all the beautiful things.