He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.
You are what you love, not who loves you.
My body is a metronome, keeping time for the universe.
He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.
It's cool to fall in love and grow old with someone.
I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.