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The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone. H e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r eI kiss my way across the words.Kissing away the devils.Kissing away the pain.
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The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone. H e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r eI kiss my way across the words.Kissing away the devils.Kissing away the pain.
"I love you," I whisper. "I love you exactly as you are."
I feel like I’ve been split open and stuffed with sunshine.
That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.
I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?
At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.
As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.
How can something so wrong feel so right?
Don’t spoil me with your lies, love me with your truth.
How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.
I plan to learn enough to read you like a book.
Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.
...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.
Falling in love is not a rational process. It can't be planned or avoided. It happens--for good or bad it simply happens. - Katrina Svensen
You love me. Real or not real? I tell him, Real.