She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.

you’re the closest thing to heaven i’ll ever need.

She looked like a piece of religious art. It was so much more painful to look at her than anyone had warned him it would be.

In my dreams my house is on fire. Myself standing in the flames. Always burning. Always the girl Who can’t escape.

I love you so (Please let me go) I love you so (Please let me go) I love you so (Please let me go) I love you so

ahem,

(...) though I couldn’t tell you if she loved her as a god, or as a woman. Or as both.

I guess I just wasn't made for these times I guess I just wasn't made for these times I guess I just wasn't made for these times I guess I just wasn't made for these times I guess I just wasn't made for these times I guess I just wasn't made for these times

they eat da apl….:)

We did what we could. We found her a place to live, gave her Jude for a guardian, and provided for her material needs. And the years began to… slowly burn away.