You are,
always were,
worth coming apart for.

—Beau Taplin, A Constant. (via afadthatlastsforever)

She wears all black
just like her soul
yet her heart is made of gold.

—(via nyu-tah)
Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.

—William Shakespeare, Macbeth (via artandliving)





Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.

—Frida Kahlo (via ruineshumaines)

I will bruise your lips,
and scar your knees
and love you too hard.

I will destroy you
in the most beautiful way possible.

And when I leave,
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.

—M.K., Katrina (via everdeenes)

Why do you love me?” She asked.

"Do I need a reason?" He responds, "Why can’t I just love you for no reason? Why does love need a ‘because’ or an ‘if’ or a ‘when’? I either love you or I don’t. And I do. And I think that should be all that matters.

—W.J (via cascadingletters)