I HIT AN ARTERY TODAY WHILE THINKING OF YOU WITH A RAZOR PRESSED TO MY WRIST AND IT DAWNED ON ME AS BLOOD SPEWED ALL OVER THE CEILING AND PUDDLED AT MY FEET THAT I DID NOT WANT TO DIE BECAUSE OF YOU. I DO NOT DESERVE TO DIE A TAINTED DEATH AND YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BE THE LAST THOUGHT ON MY MIND BEFORE MY LAST BREATH.
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
━ Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell
I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.