I want things to hurt —
cigarette smoke to burn my lungs,
glass shards to cut my skin,
pavement to rasp against my knees.

I do not want beautiful;
I want a goddamn tragedy.

Meggie C. Royer, from “Tragedies"  (via lyrexz)
liberatingreality:

Our ignorance is their power.
But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
Anne Brontë (via feellng)
platinia:


Bottled up emotions.

This is art
7moves:

うろ覚えサキエル
だいたいあってたけど腰回りが違ってた
rainnoir:

Chimera Ant tragedy.Killua: "Gon, I-… I…"
Be careful who you trust, the devil was once an angel.
Unknown (via perfect)
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