“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume”

“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

Down the Hatch

as soon as the bottle touches my lips there’s no turning back..

and i don’t wanna turn back

without Juliet.. there simply is no Romeo

I love you..

There She Is..

cold & lifeless she lies

i cannot help the tears streaming down my cheeks

it’s becoming hard to breathe

i cant believe it was true..

Paris is No More

I just killed Paris. I said i’m doing whatever it takes for Juliet & i’m keeping it that way.

i love you