You changed the rules of the universe when you fell in love with the enemy.

But all that is warm will go cold. My ears will fall off and my eyes will melt. My mouth will be clamped shut. My lips will turn to glue. ...No taste or smell or touch or sound.Nothing to look at. Total emptiness for ever.

It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.

We make patterns, we share moments. Sometimes, I think I'm the only one to see it.

I've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't.

The light is heart-breaking.

We make patterns, we share moments.