She’s not the kind of girl you choose your battles for. She’s the kind of girl you fight to the death for.
Why can’t sheer
beauty kill this century
the way it kills me?
Sandra Simonds, from “Further Problems with Pleasure,” Further Problems with Pleasure
(via lifeinpoetry)
We’re not in the prisoner-taking business, we’re in the killing-monsters business. And cousin, business is a-boomin’.
Clarisse La Rue, Sea of Monsters (via incorrectpjoquotes)
I want to love you.
I hope you’ll let me.
Because my hands are just as stained, if not more, cause I let your hand go.
And I don’t know how to hold myself up without you being there to catch me when I fall.
it’s nothing like the train, because this time I’ll catch you. || Part One || [syd] (via pesmenos)
You tried to love me.
I tried to let you.
But my hands are stained with blood and yours are pure as snow.
And I don’t know how to hold on without staining you too.
It’s like the train all over again, huh? || Part Two || [syd]  (via pesmenos)
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where the fuck is the love of my life at

It’s only natural for the girl you’re crushing on to be in love with someone else. Since you’re in love with her, she sparkles in your eyes. That’s why people fall so irrationally in love.
Ryota Watari (Shigatsu no Kimi wa Uso)
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