Jade.
It was for you, Pitseleh

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
— Frederic Chopin

(Source: amethyst-skeleton, via whitewoood)


I love you as much as the amount of cigarettes I have smoked.
— 京 (街灯/Street light)

(Source: translationchannel, via whitewoood)


You were—too good to be true. That was—the matter with you.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald

(Source: nocternity, via neurocranium)