Why am I so fucking sensitive when it comes to you
― (via iov3)
I will tell you what she was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.
There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.