SometimesImHigh

Name: Yesenia
Age: 18

-Billie Eilish
-Lil Peep
-Cigarettes After Sex
-Zoe
-Amy Winehouse

Find what you love and let it kill you. 
Let it drain you of your all. 
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. 
Let it kill you and devour your remains. 
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover.

That is the problem. If she wanted to dance I would let her wreck the furniture. If she wanted to cook I would let her burn the house down. And if she wanted to scream I would let her deafen me. I've never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but God, she could take me by the throat and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us.

Sure, he's an ass. He's manipulative. He's annoyingly persistent. He's arrogant. He's infuriating. He likes to goad me just for his own amusement. He likes to challenge me just so he can prove me wrong. He's also the first person in a long time that looks at me like he can really see me.

I think she's special. She doesn't need anyone. Like that's the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn't really belong to me. She doesn't belong to anything. She's off in her own world.

She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.