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“Soon I expect I will taste of nothing but clotted blood and ash. Will you still put your mouth to me so feverishly then, when I have fully decayed?”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“And I see now why she has put up with all of this. It’s because we understand each other, it’s because we have this binding sort of love that is rare and good that we don’t get anywhere else. So rare and so good that I cannot even make sense of it, the same way that nobody can make real sense of God or the reasons why we are alive.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“Everybody is frustrated when they are fifteen, I know, but knowing this doesn't ease my frustration. It feels as though I am an island, apart from everybody else. Perhaps we are all islands, apart from each other. Perhaps everyone else feels foreign in their hometown too. Yes, perhaps we are all just islands, as wild and merciless as each other, separated by our countless defects.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“At one time or another, everybody falls irreparably in love. Nobody ever really gets over it.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn