I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Posted 1 year ago on March 7th, 2013 with 2 notes
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ugh its exam month
stay stong darling
reading :Kill Your Darlings by Terence Blacker
watching : Teen Wolf 4 and The Walikng Dead 3