“she rose like an autumnal dawn,” - percy bysshe shelley, from “adonais: An Elegy on the death of john keats”
Every person I’ve ever loved has some how become toxic to me. A living, breathing reminder of why I was always better off alone.
I love too hard, too quickly and then sometimes I don’t love enough. I guess I’m just bad at love.
Kristie Betts (via shareaquote)
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