If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next. If Death is your lover, you don't have to be afraid that he will ever leave you.

Welcome Beauty, banish fear.

I wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.

You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.

Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, “I think I missed you before I met you even.

You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together

Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.