Baby, I love you. Pen... More then I love the color black. More than I love cigarettes, more than I love books. Even music.More than food. More than art or stories. More than words...
Once she was standing by her locker and her puka shells broke and scattered and she made a joke about it but he could tell she was upset. He wanted to buy her some more. He wanted to give her a millio...
Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.
No matter where I am, I am always loving you.
But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.
It's important to tell your story. It's important to listen.
Writing is very cathartic for me. As a teacher, I hear many students say that writing can be painful and exhausting. It can be, but ultimately I believe that if you push through, the process is healin...
It is always possible to exchange one hell god for another.
It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.
I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn't make sense to my teachers. They didn't rhyme. They were about the wind sounds,...
He smells like night-blooming flowersCrushed, juicy petals on the pillowsHis voice is full of oceanHumming like the surfHe kneels before me like I am his goddessHe is a god
You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together
Yes, the Beast changed.He spoke more now, and did not gaze at Beauty in the same intense, almost pained way, as if he were feeling every emotion she felt. He did not sigh in his sleep when she sighed...
Even in darkness your lips taste of sunshine
What did it mean for us? Because everything I did, everything that happened to me, that was what I asked myself - what does this mean for us. It meant that I was farther away from you, different. It m...
Love is the only thing we have to save us
He said that black sheeps express everyone else's anger and pain. It's not that they have all the anger and pain-they're just the only ones who let it out. Then the other people don't have to.
What would it be like if i thought i was prettywhat would it be like if i carried that knowledge aroundlike i do the knowledge that i am a writerpretty like peonies pretty like satin pretty like the c...
The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.
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