Never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about.
Winston ChurchillShe came to me at midnight,
angel of my darkest dreams;
a whisper in the silence of the night.
Sculpted of ivory, exquisitely detailed.
Her fragile form laced with shadows,
begged to be broken, to be consumed,
completely, and without mercy.
I wait for her, in dreams.
I am her destruction.
I am her resurrection.
You can’t hurt me anymore,“ she said defiantly, “I don’t care. I don’t care for you at all.”
And she flicked her hair, she walked away. And anyone would be fooled by the bounce in her step. But inside, her heart sank like a stone in the river, and she couldn’t help but wonder if this is what not caring felt like.
S.Z // (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)