“The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear.”

Revenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember.

We both know you won’t touch her. You’re going to force her to be deprived just because you are.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Love me like my demons do.

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.

You will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong—I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.

Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.

Embrace the glorious mess that you are.

But I was still weird enough that people otherwise left me alone.

There’s a difference between loving someone as they are whole, and wanting to see all of their pieces. I’ve understood this for a while now, and I don’t fault anyone for it.

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.

A mouse trying hard to come off as a lion.

He doesn’t look at me like he’s owed anything. He looks at me like I’ve already given him everything.

Be you. All of you. Without consequence. Without judgment.

I need someone who sees the fire in my eyes and wants to play with it.

Fear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.

Won’t you let me sail the waves with you, we can dive into the darkest depths of each other and if you ever feel like drowning, I promise I will be there to bring you back to solid ground.

Will you try being a minimalist? Reduce the clutter, the daily list? A clean blank page, room for something new. Darkness to Light, half a life you could have missed.

There is something immensely dark about wars, they give more reasons to destruct and fewer reasons to reconstruct.

All the colors turned grey, all the lights turned dark, I met you and saw the world collapse.

You’re my bad habit, on this dark planet, light up my world like stars, now they’re ashes.

Leave me to the moon he understands this side of my darkness.

The dark silhouette of a forgotten rose in a forbidden garden of love; what kind of delicate fragrance of forgiveness it seems to tell my heart about.