There’s something to say about inspiration – when it comes into your life…the feeling is insatiable.
—Ann Marie Frohoff
Some memories are meant for not to be said, either they are too Scary to tell, or we love them that much, that we can’t explain those in oral words.
What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities.
You’re right. We’re not normal. We’re the most fucked-up, star-crossed lovers in history. So let’s not play nice.
The want for that kiss had shocked him more than the interruption, and he fell back into the chair, cool and nonchalant as Quen came in with his questions and demands. He wasn’t sure if...
The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame[…]The moth takes off again, and we both step back, because he’s circling at eye level now and seems to have lost...
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
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