the pretty lies, the ugly truth
"i hope one day you find someone who makes flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you"
"When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me."
Seán O’Casey, Three More Plays: The Silver Tassie, Purple Dust, Red Roses For Me (via souls-entwined)
so sick of living why can’t i just be dead already jfc
