Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?
— Elizabeth Scott (via panda—
—You’re very poetic.
—No, just sad.
Because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible,
and when I leave you will finally understand
why storms are named after people.
When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.
Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.