“I don't understand why you haven't tried it yet,” Julian said carelessly. He glanced at Paul's mouth, so fleetingly that he might have imagined it. “I wouldn't stop you, if that's what you're worried about. You could do anything to me and I'd let you.”

grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: look! love was once mine. i love well. here is my proof that i paid the price.

when it finally entered me, i realized it wasn't divine after all. it was nothing but rage and need. my holy purpose was a sham. my great honor was to keep this thing inside me like a loaded gun.

you love each other, you do, and here's the tragedy: it's not enough.

There is a void in my heart where our love and friendship were. Don't think this didn't effect me. You are missed.

What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?

“What the hell’s going on with you?” he says, his voice practically a whisper. “Why do you keep saying the cruelest things?”

i want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. there has to be a way. to care for the wounds without reopening them. to name the pain without inviting it back into me.

Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.

I miss you so much it feels gross. It feels wet. It feels nauseating. I want to rip out my heart and shake it like a Magic 8 Ball. Is this okay, is this okay, is this okay, or does it make me weak? ASK AGAIN LATER.

it's definitely painful to think about. to have given everything for love, and lose everything in return.

you have been trying to disconnect yourself from reality for so long, that now you feel as if you don't belong here. you see yourself as an alien amongst other people. you long for a home that doesn't exist.

there's glory ahead but our love will be forgotten if my heart was still mine i would go to the bottom, and apologize to you until the day it went rotten.

You can put your strength down. I'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don't need to say anything.

i dive in at the deep end, you become my best friend i wanna love you but i don't know if i can

How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what happens to be out of reach.

I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father.

we didn't speak, and a beautiful, sweet evil grew between us.

It should be enough. To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn't. It should be.

There are boxes of clementines in the kitchen and the thing is that I love you again.