Everyone still deserves to have their say.
Dead isn’t angels or ghosts. It’s a physical state of breakdown, a change in all those carbon atoms that create the temporary house of a body so that they can return to their most elemental stage.
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If words had flavors, hers would be bitter almonds and coffee grounds.
The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.
and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.