"It was music that poured from his eyes, and breathed from his lips. Music as beautiful as any I’ve ever heard."
"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
(Source: thissickwonderland, via aureliasthoughts)
hey you wanna do a fun prank we can hold hands and cuddle and makeout and make everyone think we’re dating it will be so hilarious
there must be a way.
surely there must be a way that we have not yet
who put this brain inside of me?
it says that there is a chance.
it will not say
"And, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night."