“Maybe well meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”
— Unknown
“we cultivated love in the dark with moans and whispers because we knew the outside world was nothing but harsh words and prying eyes.”
— R.N. (via disquieting-thoughts)

