"There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 AM with its empty streets and cold wind"
"I was fine before I met you; I didn’t know love and more importantly I didn’t know how quickly it could change from sweet and innocent to toxically dangerous."
"To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?"
Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell (via saloandseverine)
- spring: black clothes
- summer: black clothes
- autumn: black clothes
- winter: black clothes