el sueño de la razón produce monstruos.

22. new haven.

Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi.
Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs.

Existence. Well, what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.

sunshinelullabies:

If you ever left me, I’d cry enough tears to fill rivers with sorrow. You’d carry it around with you everywhere you went, the weight of the past heavy on your back, knowing that even as time passes, broken hearts don’t mend the way they’re meant to.

If you ever left me, I would kiss your knuckles with the bright red lipstick I save for special occasions and stain your skin with the color of my ugly love. Even though you’d try, you’d never really forget.