Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.(via artistiquesoul)
(Source: nullalibertas, via ineedyourtherapy)
Years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minuteEdgar Allan Poe (via kushandwizdom)
Do not be so sweet
That people will eat you up.
Nor so bitter that Pashto Folk Saying (via nainareign)
They will spit you out.