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“Why must one deride what is strange when it is your strangeness that has allured them?”
“Everyone dies, some more than once, but the true tragedy, I believe, is life being wasted on the afraid. People abuse time too often. Today, my darling, we are alive.”
“You’re looking at me differently,” he said suddenly. “How?” “Longer. Tighter,” he said. “You’re looking at me with arms that won’t let me go.”
“Don’t kill anybody today, darling.”
“You’re a fucking Heathen.” “No, Adora,” he scraped out, gutted, squinting an eye and pointing at me. “No, I’m fucking yours.”
hearts should never have to apologize for feeling the same as the night should never have to apologize for breathing.
The Heathen and his siren, with rebellion in our veins.
“When you’re swaying in the middle of the Atlantic, it looks like the stars have fallen right out of the sky to sleep on top of the ocean. It’s a beautiful sight, watching the stars tucked inside the waves and rocked by the sea.
