I will bleed on everything you love.
I need more than Freudian memories And fatalistic delusions I need more than fear to light a match under me A certain roar from the tongue of God I need to drive far without remembering where I am going Without the sense to turn-back around.
Nothing’s perfect but it’s all there is This. Now. The drip of plain words. Yes. Love. This.
sadness under the skin sometimes there is no skin only sadness
i’ve changed and everything that meant something is nothing, and all that black is everything, underneath i think, its still the same.
You can’t measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of...– Milan Kundera (via kari-shma)
You are everything you dislike in others.
There is no perfection, only life.– Milan Kundra