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Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. —Lana Myers
“You are not sick. Marcus was right—you’re the strongest fucking person I know. You’re not sick, Lana. You’re a fucking dark angel that can set the world free from this sick town.”
“Because this place is going to burn. I can promise you that.”
If hatred didn’t exist, love wouldn’t either, for one is formed by the other. I love and hate this town.
“I’ll hate you if you die,”
Too late did I realize I still wanted to live. Too late did I realize I’m not ready to die.
Ice and fire wash over me with no mercy, and I shut down. Everything on me turns to stone
had no idea how much I was missing out on. Life is pretty damn good when you take the time to live it.
