It's Raining. I Lie Down on the Ruins

Devoted and obsessive + dark and twisted + mutual firsts + doting

Love makes the rational lose control, the powerful become humble, the abstinent fall into ruin, the proud beg, the dazzling rot away, and the favored child of heaven yearn for what they cannot have.

There may be more than five thousand identical roses in the world, but only one is uniquely mine.

I wear human skin, stumbling through life in a daze. Blood forged my sins, pain pierced my flesh and bones, all for the sake of one wish.

You are mine.

Life is no more than the distance from afternoon to dusk. The tea grows cold, the words run out, and the moon rises above the willow branches.

Not every love story gets a happy ending.