“You say I resemble a flower; I partly agree; My brain is governed by black petals of burnt daisies.”
— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters
"Much more likely you’ll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I’ve got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands."
|—||Jean-Paul Sartre, ”No Exit” (via koreyan)|
*choking back tears* wanna fight