#lizzie grant

those memories that simply fester and putrefy whatever remains in us until all that’s left is a void.

is there anything left to say?

if i live, it will be against my will.

ophelias ghost

i’d rather be lonely with you

you assume i’m fine

your gun in my mouth you hand on my heart

soaked in bleach

you say you’re too busy saving

everybody else to save yourself

And you don’t want no help.