All of my bad ideas were always my best.

I was mad. I was bitter. I was angry. I was outraged. I was sad. I was hateful. I was hurt. I was in love. But I never let him take the best of me.

Arrogance will kill anything and everything you ever possibly have.

running with sharp knivesnever got me so farbut running with youseemed lovely

A darkness is something I admire. The beauty to experience an evil.

We weren’t running on fuel, we were running on fumes.

His love was a poison: soft and loveable, hideous yet touchable.

Loving you might’ve been free, but it sure took a toll on me.