How to kill someone;
Hold their hand and then never touch their skin again,
See them nearly everyday and pretend they don’t exist,
Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie.
No amount of hot showers will get rid of the glitter on me now. Hopefully you guys think it was worth it!
I love the person I’ve become, because I fought to become her.
They told me to pour my heart into everything I do. So that’s what I did, I poured and poured and poured. Now they ask me why I’m so empty.
“Depart pour le Sabbat” by Albert-Joseph Pénot, 1910 (via)