“Was that—did she just grin at me? To me? A moment of stillness in this moment of pause. Without speaking, we let our gazes wander slow, groping to confirm relief in the other. There’s a subdued excitement for the oncoming sharing of whatever’s waiting for us behind that heavy iron door, exclusive—two solitary embers, isolated in their separate pits, far away but fanned by the same wind, the same night, alone with the night, their respective camps all gone to sleep, flaring softly cradled calling, out against the great dark backdrop of the great unknown.”
— Patrick Bryant
“Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”
— Oscar Wilde
And that was the thing about her, she kept on surviving. With bullet holes in her lungs, and knife marks etched in her back. She never let anything get in her way, resilient. A fighter, not by choice, but a warrior at heart.
Kiana Azizian
Me currently cus she’s not the one I call mine anymore
Literally me
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my favorite forms of love is being loved without feeling like i’m begging for it.