How does one soul become entrapped in the existence of another? Is that what one calls love, or is it only the complex emotion of infatuation? I've always been told love is liberating - so why then do we never seem to be able to escape its grip? I have been in love, it was both thrilling and excruciating.
“women are weaklings!”
i’m strong enough to carry
your corpse to the woods
this haiku is my favorite haiku
the amount of celebrities i would offer my body to without second thought is astounding
(Source: jessicanights)
this is my love letter to azlyrics for not being annoying as fuck like other lyric websites
