You’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.
AMANDA KARCHYour love swallows me whole – just please, never spit me out in pieces.
More Amanda Karch Quotes
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Kiss me before my eyes surrender to dreamless nights because how can I dream when I live in one?
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Holy power, but more than water droplets, a whole fucking wave.
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Even the stars get lonely at night.
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But once your eyes met mine, addiction blossomed and I was undone – petals unfurling toward the light you held.
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What is a home if it isn’t waking up next to you?
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Look at our story: It is enduring.
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Creativity is born from you.
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The monsters are no longer under our beds.
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Constricted hearts do not bode well for a mind that ties itself in knots.
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If I’m reborn, let my soul find yours again, so our missing pieces can connect and we can become whole.
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It’s the simple things creating pockets of serenity in a world of uncertainty.
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Your legs twitch in your sleep like you’re running to me in your dreams.
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I never liked nicknames until mine crossed your lips like sugar.
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Will you wither or will you thrive when the sun hides behind clouds?
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Your eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.
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