I was cleaning out my car until I found pretty lil treasures and got distracted

"Let’s battle again someday!"


i found my old journal

2013, july;
"final entry,
she is home.”

2014, january;
"i ripped these poems out as rough as you ripped me from your life, i fucking hate how you keep the stars glowing and the oxygen flowing, i did it without even flinching don’t you dare tell me you never felt anything, don’t you fucking dare, i loved you more than the sea loved the shore and you tore me away like a gorgeous fucking drought."

make me choose — chignonesque asked: rosalind or robert lutece