I’m oxygen and he’s dying to breathe.
Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.
Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.
Hope is hugging me, holding me in its arms, wiping away my tears and telling me that today and tomorrow and two days from now I will be just fine and I’m so delirious I actually dare to believe it.
I’ve been screaming for years and no one has ever heard me.
Hope is a pocket of possibility. I’m holding it in my hand.
Time goes on even when we do not.
Sticks and stones keep breaking my bones but these words, these words will kill me.
I am nothing but novocaine. I am numb, a world of nothing, all feeling and emotion gone forever. I am a whisper that never was.
Hope. It’s like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It’s a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it’s the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.
Aaron Warner Anderson, chief commander and regent of Sector 45, son of the supreme commander of The Reestablishment. He has a soft spot for fashion.
Someone picked up the sun and pinned it to the sky again, but every day it hangs a little lower than the day before. It’s like a negligent parent who only knows one half of who you are. It never sees how its absence changes people. How different we are in the dark.
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 e I kiss my way across the words. Kissing away the devils. Kissing away the pain.
Girls are always talking about electricity in their romance, but none are too happy to actually be electrocuted, apparently. Bloody confusing, is what it is.
It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
Find me a cure for these tears, I’d really like to exhale for the first time in my life.
My life is four walls of missed opportunities poured in concrete molds.
I can do anything I want. Be with anyone I want. And it’ll be my choice.
Every butterfly in the world has migrated to my stomach.
Come back to life, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.