"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
“ The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack."
“ If sex is sweet and death is bitter, love is both. Love will always and forever break your heart."
“ In my whole life, everything is all or nothing—and obsessively romantic. I’m interested in how things feel, how it would feel if you were there and you were lying in a chair looking up at the ceiling, and how it would smell and how the flowers would look and things like that. "
“ He reached for her hand. “I don’t want to lose you.” His voice was almost in a whisper. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. “But you don’t want to keep me either, do you?” To that, he had no response. "
“ When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant."
“ That we are made of love,And all the beauty stemming from it,We are made of love,And every fracture caused by the lack of it."
“ I want to spend the time I have doing things that makes my heart rage."
love is too tiring. much too tiring.
"and i’m exhausted. so don’t be surprised to find my heart under lock and key. i’m okay with mr. right-now, i don’t need a love of my life just yet.."
...And ohhh how I love pretty things
“ If sex is sweet and death is bitter, love is both. Love will always and forever break your heart."
“ In my whole life, everything is all or nothing—and obsessively romantic. I’m interested in how things feel, how it would feel if you were there and you were lying in a chair looking up at the ceiling, and how it would smell and how the flowers would look and things like that. "
“ He reached for her hand. “I don’t want to lose you.” His voice was almost in a whisper. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. “But you don’t want to keep me either, do you?” To that, he had no response. "
“ When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant."
“ That we are made of love,And all the beauty stemming from it,We are made of love,And every fracture caused by the lack of it."
“ There is too much space sitting between our bodies...melt into me now."
“ I want to spend the time I have doing things that makes my heart rage."
love is too tiring. much too tiring.
"and i’m exhausted. so don’t be surprised to find my heart under lock and key. i’m okay with mr. right-now, i don’t need a love of my life just yet.."
...And ohhh how I love pretty things
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