You know what i need?

Fire.

Raw, Uncontainable, Uncontrollable, Burning through every inch of me,

Fire.

I want you to spark something in me that i cannot stop.

Do you understand the meaning of consumption?

Untill then, I’ll consider nothing less.

Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. Fuck them all.

E.B., Self advice (via l-eer)