Ignite, my love. Ignite.
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.
The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.
I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters.
You deserve to live. You deserve to be alive.
I want to smash this concrete world into oblivion. I want to be bigger, better, stronger. I want to be the bird that flies away.
Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.
I tuck caution into my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I need to.
His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that.
In a world where there is so much to grieve and so little good to take? I grieve nothing. I take everything.