We were strange in love with her and I too wild to last too rare to die.
ATTICUSWe were strange in love with her and I too wild to last too rare to die.
ATTICUSWhat a strange world. We trade our days for things.
ATTICUSAdventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.
ATTICUSWe are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.
ATTICUSYou deserve to be the person you were meant to be.
ATTICUSShe conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.
ATTICUSI aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.
ATTICUSOur songs live longer than our kingdoms.
ATTICUSLove could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyway.
ATTICUSI want to be with someone who dreams of doing everything in life and nothing on rainy Sunday afternoons.
ATTICUSTime is all we have and don’t.
ATTICUSShe wore the moonlight-like lingerie.
ATTICUSI could never love her, the fear of losing would be too strong.
ATTICUSThere’s too much risk in loving,’ the young boy said, ‘no,’ said the old man, ‘there’s too much risk in not.
ATTICUSLove her but leave her wild.
ATTICUSA few drinks and the world was hers – she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.
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