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“No one understands us? Good. Sounds like we’re finally making history then,”
“Fall apart so we can fall in place, together,”
I’d loved you in my darkest hour when I wasn’t myself, and I’ll love you in every lifetime after this.”
“There are no laws in love. In this particular story, they were not meant to be together in this lifetime. Their sole purpose in this story was self-discovery. To accomplish a journey apart from each other and grow as individuals. When the time is right, possibly even lifetimes away, they will reunite and become one again for eternity. But first, they have to find themselves.”
the only way to love him, was to love him unselfishly.”
“Give me a love so intoxicating, I never suffer a hangover.” —Oliver Masters
Together, we were untouchable to anyone and anything—pain, misery, loneliness. Not even death could pierce through our barrier. The whole world could be crumbling beneath us, waves crashing into us, the sun falling toward us at an impossible rate, and it would all be okay because we had each other.
“When the sun dies and darkness bleeds, she’s the black sheep I’m counting; A loose cannon; another’s regret. A what-if, and repeated mistake. She dances for no one and howls with the wolves. A moon child with the spirit of a mood ring. She’s my all-time love.” —Oliver Masters
One thing I knew for sure? We found each other while searching for ourselves.
space never belonged between us. Distance, demons, fate, time … eat your fucking heart out.
“All night, I struggle to remain still. The way your wild heart beats to your savage spirit, and it should be a sin to stain such beauty with my bare hands.
Ollie the poet had emerged from the alcohol. Words moved effortlessly, tone steady and slow, suffocating and resuscitating—a reviving poison spewing from lips made by God.
“Perhaps the most dangerous man, is a man in love.” —Oliver Masters
“The most dangerous man is a man in love,”
I’d tear off my own flesh before someone hurts you … and if I’d do that to myself, imagine what I’d do to someone else.”
Ollie is carrying the burden of a thousand lost souls yet has the heart of a thousand angels.
“Sometimes all we need is someone who will sit in the dark with us.” —Oliver Masters
“If people fear you, you will be ten feet tall amongst enemies. If people love you, you will be a hundred feet tall among loyal defenders,”
“The only thing that bothers me is the way people talk about suicide and how it affected them. Are we so self-centered, that even in death, we selfishly cry for our losses, not once taking a second to think how much torture and pain the soul went through before deciding to end their life? It’s sickening … the silent cry for help no one responds to when the person needed it most. There’s never an action, only a reaction on this bloody earth. The moment someone speaks up about their internal pain, they’re shoved onto meds, counseling, and hospitals,” Ollie tapped his head vigorously, “because we
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“Why would I need to go to church? A building is manmade. I’m the creation of God. Our body is the closest thing we have to the eternal light, not a bloody building. I have the power to pray when and where I want. God hears me no matter where I am. No one can take that away from me. But a building? A building can be destroyed, knocked down, or turned into a McDonalds if the city permits it.”
“Does it make me selfish that I make you smile for my own damn benefit?” —Oliver Masters
This. The hold Mia had. Every moment measured in the way she controlled time, determined distance, and had full possession of me. And the beauty of it all? She had no fucking clue. Or maybe she had, the reason she put me out of my misery with her lips. I was a goner for life.
I was a saint who’d been stripped of his wings—my mortality in constant war against my soul.
Utterly stripped, unarmed, and exposed, the unity of us was a beautiful thing, and there was only one word to describe it. Poetic.
“Perhaps you were here to remind everyone that angels are real, in the shape of humanity and the color of grace. And for a brief moment in time, we all sang the same song.” —Oliver Masters
He was all shades of beautiful.
“The only way to cheat death is by creating a love that will live forever.” —Oliver Masters
“Zeke is love. He is a reminder that no matter how difficult it gets, no matter how often you’re tested or what obstacles are thrown, love is always worth fighting for,” Ollie sucked in a breath and ran a palm down his face, “and dying for.”
He deserves all the laughter, the stolen kisses, the lifetime of feels, the sleepless nights of conversations … He deserves for us to live.”
We are on the same wavelength. Same rhythm. This,” Ollie danced a finger across the nape of my neck, “This is the meaning of poetic.”
“Roses are black The skies are clear. I get wet when you are near. You’re the crack to my butt The whiskey to my drunk. How did I snag such a handsome hunk?”
“The only way to cheat death is by creating a love that will last forever,”
“We’re not out of the woods yet, but let’s kiss in the leaves while we’re here.” —Oliver Masters
