If you want to know
exactly what hell feels like,
fall in love with me.
❝ That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
❝ You will let me fall, and will tear me to pieces when I’m fallen.
❝ And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
❝ I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.