. . I keep thinking there is nothing left in me to break. Then I wake up and break all over again. Yet somehow, I’m never broken. I survive. [...]
July 20, 2017
. . Her kiss tasted like winter, and I knew the seasons had changed and things would never be the same again. Spring wouldn’t come this time. . .
July 18, 2017
. . You know what? I‘ll kiss you so often, you’ll get nothing done. . . —
July 17, 2017
. . Thing could be worse I guess, he could’ve been a vegan. . .
March 12, 2017
. . It has always been said that the sun rose every morning just to meet her. . .
March 8, 2017
. . I know I don’t love her anymore. . .
March 5, 2017
. . Don’t kill her—or stab her with your cultery’s knife. . .
February 21, 2017
. . I wanted him to watch me kill myself. . .
February 19, 2017
. . “This is because you didn’t kill yourself today.” . .
February 18, 2017
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January 29, 2017