Charles Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil
Do not look for my heart any more; the beasts have eaten it.
note to self
A girl and her bed on Sundays are an endless love affair.
overall looking at boys is a rly rewarding experience. talking to them, Not so much
April 18, 18:10
When the blood of your veins returns to the sea and the dust of your bones returns to the ground, maybe then will you remember that this earth does not belong to you, you belong to this earth.