You’re selling drugs and I’m making art. Maybe it’s the same thing.
I’m thinking of you and you’re thinking of yourself. Maybe it’s the same thing.
He told me:
If you want to cut yourself,
then you’re going to take my arm,
look me in the eyes,
and cut as many times as you would yourself.
I told him:
I couldn’t hurt you like that.
and then I understood.
-Unknown (via hefuckin)