“Do not come to me if you crave a vanilla love. I am a hurricane, dear, evacuate before the storm gets you. I am chaos, I am not beauty. I am gut wrenching poetry and African drums, I am a shipwreck. Angels hide when they hear me call for them.
You will want me, and I will drive you mad.
There is no innocence within me. I am not gentle or fluid. I am passion. I am drunk sex and cruel humor. You will never be able to please me.”—(via osteologya)