It’s a fragile thing, this life we lead.
If I think too much I can get overwhelmed by the grace
by which we live our lives with death over our shoulder.

Want you to know that should I go,
I always loved you, held you high above too.
I study your face, and the fear goes away.

It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.
― William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet: Act 2, Scene 2. (via sickenedfae)
I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.
Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do (via vacants)