Do not mock a pain that you haven’t endured.
do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
My friend’s grandma got her something from Hollister as a gift, but apparently she didn’t like the shirtless guy on the bag so she sewed a shirt on it.