He’ll give you flowers and shower your cheeks with kisses but it’s a freaking plot be careful…. 165 days from now or sooner he’ll pour melancholic acid inside your mind and he’ll throw a thousand bricks of unpleasant words against your heart. He’ll hand you remorse at its best and shower your cheeks with tears. Sleep will run 4,000 miles away from you, happiness will be confiscated by sadness, and it’s a freaking plot.

Alexa Evangelista (via vodkakilledtheteens)