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"But" he said as his voice was cracking close to a whisper. "I love you".
"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality"
"But" he said as his voice was cracking close to a whisper. "I love you".
"Everything" she said "was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.".
“Be like the flower who even gives its fragrance to the hand that crushes it”.
“I just want to disappear for a while,” she said, “I want to get lost in big cities and find myself in small ones. I would live in complete anonymity and wouldn’t tell a soul my name.”.
Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting for the next x or o.
Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.
if I could. I would take that smile. and inject it directly into my blood stream. my parents warned me. about drugs in baggies. sold on the street. but never the ones with. teeth and a heart. beat..
You must be someone special my dear my darling my love because I thought of you for about the thousandth time today.
We’ll squeeze every second that we can from our lives, because we’re young, and we have plenty of years to grow. We’ll grow until we’re braver.
I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.
I wanna know how many scars you have and memorize the shape of your tongue.
"The truth hurts" a lie is worse. Say "I won't hurt you" visible scars. "It's true" 7 letter lie. "I love you too" 11 letter lie. Its wrong but you do it. It hurts you;them. But we show no mercy.
All I want is to be alone. Not alone as in isolated. Just alone. For time to stop, so I get a minute to catch my breath..
we don’t talk with our eyes. like we used to. so many conversations so long ago. I’m talking to walls. you’re talking to floors. it’s always comfortable to talk. to things that don’t stare back.
I want you to show me every twisted, frightened thought you've ever had I want your eyes to crack my bones I want your words to tear my skin a p a r t.
two psychopaths; but we know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs, that we'll have each others backs cause we're that lucky.