Ignite, my love. Ignite.
It’s the kind of kiss that makes you realize oxygen is overrated.
I want to put a bullet through Adam Kent’s spine.
And every moment in the world drops dead just then, because they woke up and realized they’d never be as important as this one.
Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree.
I hate the lackadaisical ennui of a sun too preoccupied with itself to notice the infinite hours we spend in it’s presence. The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it’s tired of us.
I put socks on first; a simple pleasure that requires more effort than shooting a man.
We’re too different now. We want different things. And this?” I say nodding at our hands. “All this managed to prove is that you are extremely good at turning me off.
I don’t consider myself a moral man. I do not philosophize about life or bother with laws and principles that govern most people. I do not pretend to know the difference between right and wrong. But I do live by a certain kind of code. And somethimes, I think, you have how to shoot first.
Laughter comes from living.” I shrug, try to sound indifferent. “I’ve never really been alive before.
Maybe you should accept the fact that you’ve tried to be someone you’re not for so long that no matter what you did, those bastards were never happy. They were never satisfied. They never gave a damn, did they?
And I can’t help but be amazed at the power such small, unassuming animals wield over us; they so easily break down our defenses.
I’ve always know who should be leading this resistance. Someone who’s got nothing left to lose and everything to gain. Someone no longer afraid of anyone? Should be me.
Is it possible to love someone and then stop loving them? I don’t know I even know what love is.
We were killing ourselves by trying to stay alive.
Swallow the tears back often enough and they’ll start feeling like acid dripping down your throat.
Just because I’m going to hell doesn’t mean you’ll ever deserve her.
I want to be that friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into that private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend.-Waren.
Beautiful. He’s so beautiful. I must be insane.
I only know now that the scientists are wrong. The world is flat. I know because I was tossed right off the edge and I’ve been trying to hold on for 17 years. I’ve been trying to climb back up for 17 years but it’s nearly impossible to beat gravity when no one is willing to give you a hand.