never fall in love with a boy who speaks in lavender soliloquy and smells like cigarettes and melancholy; whose kisses leave you in nirvana and whose flesh lays in some lovely façade; for he is a poet, a philosopher, and a believer whose mind will disappear into breathless purgatory when you're not even looking and by the time you'll find out you'll already have lost him somewhere, between wandering verbosity, and ashen wordlessness
wrote this a while ago and shared it on my tumblr, where it got around 80 notes i believe