You’ve become a memory of my past yet you linger in every touch. I breathe but I breathe you. I pray to be freed of your essence yet you seem to shadow me for days on end. What is it that I lack, what is it that you need? I wish to pry out of this claw you have upon me yet I sit here secretly swooning over the thought of your presence in my life. You are nothing but misery but my heart has grown fond of you.
– Zania’s anon (via rab-rakha)(Source: khan-saab)
Via Find what you love, and let it kill you.







