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I love you exactly as you are.
Time goes on even when we do not.
We are synonyms but not the same.
Insane for your sweet, sweet love!
I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.
Why sleep when there are books to read.
Hope can make people do terrible things.
Hope will break your heart all over again.
You deserve to live. You deserve to be alive.
Sometimes you have to learn how to shoot first.
Hope in this world bleeds out of the barrel of a gun.
The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.
A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.
Torture is not torture when there’s any hope of relief.
My words wear no parachutes as they fall out of my mouth.
I feel like I've been split open and stuffed with sunshine.
Hope is a pocket of possibility. I'm holding it in my hand.
And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.
I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.
I have a heart, says science, but I am a monster, says society.
People can think whatever they like. I don't desire their validation.
I tuck caution into my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I need to.
I can do anything I want. Be with anyone I want. And it'll be my choice.
Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.
Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.
Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now.
It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.
People seldom realize that they tell lies with their lips and truths with their eyes all the time.
My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions. I lock away the things that do not serve me.
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.
In a world where there is so much to grieve and so little good to take? I grieve nothing. I take everything.
I'm wondering how many more mistakes I'll have to make before things finally fall into place. If they ever will.
I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
Sometimes a book isn't a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. Sometimes it's the only story you know how to tell.
I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters.
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.
And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.
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.
The world is a mess and I want to laugh because all I can think is how horrible and beautiful it is, that our eyes blur the truth when we can't bear to see it.
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
You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—
They say there were birds who used to soar through the skies like planes.It seems strange that a small animal could achieve anything as complex as human engineering, but the possibility is too enticing to ignore.
It's hot rain and humid days and broken thermostats. It's screaming and raging steam engines and wanting to take your clothes off just to feel a breeze. It's the kind of kiss that makes you realize oxygen is overrated.
I’ve come to believe that the most dangerous man in the world is the one who feels no remorse. The one who never apologizes and therefore seeks no forgiveness. Because in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.
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.
His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This is everything.
Fun fact #1 about pomegranates: Pomegranates are awesome.Fun fact #2: Pomegranates are like little explosions of awesome in your mouth.Fun fact #3: A lot of people think you're not supposed to eat the seeds of a pomegranate - but that's not true, people who tell you that are liars, and they don't know anything about life, and they should never be trusted.
The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.