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“Break me.” She stared at me like she wasn’t completely whole and didn’t entirely care. “Then put me back together, mismatched, scarred, and chaotic as this storm.”
“Redamancy.” “What does it mean?” “The act of loving the one who loves you. A love returned in full.”
“Moira.”
“Nepenthe.”
“Duende.”
“Lacuna.”
She believed in words, and magic, and storms. In fighting back, going down hard, never giving up. In blind loyalty, jumping first, dealing with consequences later. She was awful. She infuriated me. She drove me fucking crazy. And, I realized, I love her. “Ask me the question, Tiger.” Her eyes fluttered open, not staring at me but into me. “Is this just lust?” “It's everything.”
\fi-ni-‘fU-gal\ (adjective) hating endings; of someone who tries to avoid or prolong the final moments of a story, relationship, or some other journey
“Why is it that two people never realize how much they love each other until one of them says goodbye?”
Am I being ridiculous, Ceiling?” Ceiling: Considering you're talking to an inanimate object and imagining its replies, we’ve sailed past ridiculous and entered involuntary psychiatric hold territory.
It's almost as if they care enough about you to save you from the pain
“Hiraeth is a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was. It is the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. I’ve always thought of it as the saddest entry in the dictionary.”
Awwwwww, did the bad boy break your heart? “Don’t be silly. He didn’t break my heart. He cracked it open.”
He stared at both sides of his palms as if noticing them for the first time. “If I had to guess, it’s because I need something to do with my hands. Whenever you're around, they always want to touch you.” Me: That was cute. I’m still allowed to hear him and fall for his charm, right? Ceiling: BRB. Googling how to hide a body.
“Timing? There is no such thing as time. Time is something people made up to give value to each breath we take, to remind us that they're limited, that we should leap first and ask questions never.”
You may not need me, but fuck, I need you.
“Isn’t it crazy how we mind our own business, not knowing our next step can be the one that determines our forever?”
“Fate is a hurricane. You think you know where it's going. You think you're safe. And just when you think you’ve weathered the storm, its path moves directly into yours.
