I'll love you until the day after forever.
I don't know what happened. One minute, I was dreamin' about a fat piece of George Clooney and a hot date with some brown sugar pound cake, and the next thing I knew, the house was coming down on us.
I wanted to stay this way forever. Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes.
In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.
At least no one's trying to kill anyone. Give them about fifteen minutes
When she slept, she looked peaceful, beautiful. Not Lena's kind of beautiful, something different. She looked content - like a sunny day, a cold glass of milk, an unopened book before you cracked the binding.