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Children see magic because they look for it. —Christopher Moore
She fell for the idea of him and ideas were dangerous things to love.
Somewhere in the great landscape of time there is a garden growing the most beautiful rose that has ever been and that will ever be— you are that rose, forever to me.
“When do I know if I really love her?” asked the boy and the old man smiled, “When it’s no longer a question.”
You stole pieces of me in all the love I gave you and never got back. Keep it now it is my gift to you for you will not get more— and that, my love, is my gift to me.
It’s good to be with someone who has been through hell— life is hard, and strange, and a lot of shit happens. And when someone’s been through the worst of it already, pain doesn’t come as much of a surprise, they just sit down tie their shoelaces wave to old demons, and get on with it.
