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“You’re my curse. Staying away from you, is like trying to hold my breath when the tide is rising.” His words dance around my head, the deep timbre of his voice titillating my senses. “I want to drown in you.”
“Breathe, Isa.” They’re just people. Human beings who sat on toilets sometime today looking as undignified as everyone else.
“You feel that? Weeks of pent-up torment, all for you. Wear it like a fucking crown, because no other woman has made me come so much in my life.”
“When you cut yourself with a blade, there’s an open wound, and blood and pain, but the pain comes to an end and the wound seals to a scar. So you cut yourself again and again, because you forget how much it hurt the first time. The heart is a different animal. A caged, lonely scavenger that feeds on its own wounds. Its scars never heal, because you can’t mend the very thing it needs to survive. So the wound continues to fester, until what’s left of the organ is eventually consumed by its own self-mutilation.”
“I’m not the devil they make me out to be. The heartless, callous monster. You can’t do this shit to yourself without feeling something. That’s the problem. I feel everything. I feel it very deeply.”
“There are darknesses in life and there are lights. You are one of the lights.”
“Because this is supposed to be filler, but you’re making me curious about the plot.”
The breath of new life. The steady pulse in my veins. The long-awaited beat of a heart that’s been dead too long. My kindred flame.
heaven is a nineteen-year-old girl who sleeps with a pocket knife under her pillow.
“Love and danger make for one hell of a good life.
Together, we are madness. And there is music in madness, and madness in love.
Because we’re the composers, the conductors of our own fate, and we write the notes to a beautiful, dark melody that no one else can hear.
