dust.

if writing my evil thoughts down prevents me from choking someone, i'd much rather write them down.

If you take a girl and a boy and make them in love, surely the boy is meant to protect  the girl all the time from evil, her perceptions of evil and try his best to make her feel at ease in all situations taking some of her individuality and carefully fastening it in gold plated bag in exchange for his? Well. If that’s the case then this isn’t love and I don’t intend for it to be. 

If you don’t give me it. I’ll get it from somewhere else.

I never knew that love could dissolve so quickly into ongoing hate again and again. 

Why don’t you do everyone a favour and go fuck yourself.