“Love fucks me in ways even lust would envy.”

When you need to wonder, they’ve already wandered.

If you think woman are sweet, you’re just a kid licking icing.

Men wear hearts on the sleeves that boys wipe their noses on.

Men who are fighting themselves will always see love as an attack.

Some nights I wear nothing but the thought of you, and I am breathtaking.

I talk to the moon and she tells me its okay to change.

Too many head-turners; not enough page-turners.

I don’t know where I’m going, All I know is where I cannot stay.

I play a tug of war with the universe to keep you.

Love is not worth the pain. I just want to like you. A lot.

They all look better when we miss them. No one sees clearly with tears in their eyes.

You’re only complicated to a man who simply wants to fuck you.

Loving you became just a different way to hate myself.

One day all those wounds will open up again. But this time you’ll bleed love.

We were two disasters trying to become a miracle.

Circle me like I am your sun and I will make a world out of you.

They envy the distinction I have won; let them therefore, envy my toils, my honesty, and the methods by which I gained it.

You may envy every one, but no one envies you.

The eyes envy the mind.

Adjusting to Beau being a caveman over a girl had been almost as hard as seeing him with Ash. Beau didn’t do jealous, not until Ashton had become his. Now he was a freaking lunatic.

The one-legged creature is envious of the millipede; the millipede is envious of the snake; the snake is envious of the wind; the wind is envious of the eye; the eye is envious of the heart.

Jealousy is a useless, time-wasting emotion that’s eating me alive.

Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don’t have far to go, either.

How jealous I am of the sun, who gets to kiss you each morning before I do.