Ana, my love,
You beckon me near.
With a slim sickly finger,
My objective seems clear.
I will submit,
While you’ll guide me to whither.
My mind will rot,
But I will be thinner.
Please stop glorifying and romanticizing a serious mental illness.
i’ll never know
I miss him so bad I can hear my heartbeat and feel it echoing through my bones to my finger tips.
I’ve never loved another human like this and I can’t do anything about it at all
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
|—||Emery Allen (via splitterherzen)|