This is how I will love you. I will wrap my hands around each of my organs and rip them out one by one. I will call it poetry and make you watch. I will blame you for the mess. When it rains, I will take you out to taste the thunder with me. We will dance until lightning strikes the ground around our feet. We won’t stop until flames kiss our skin. When you complain about the way your toes burn, I will convince you that this is called love, and you will whisper an apology into my lips. I will be thinking of metaphors when you touch me. And when the winds become too strong, when it is all screaming chimes and unhinged doors, I won’t stay to clean up the mess. I will pack my things while you beg me not to go. I will write a love letter in the broken glass. I will sign it with my blood on the way out. All of my poems have sharp teeth and they are a warning that I do not do anything in a whisper. No. I am the type of person who comes with a first aid kit. Just in case you hurt yourself while loving me. Just in case it almost kills you.Y.Z, I should come with warning labels (via rustyvoices)
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.Robin Williams (via skateeofmind)
Uggghhhhh my life.