She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
LANG LEAVShe would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
LANG LEAVSummer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
LANG LEAVHow do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.
LANG LEAVThe less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
LANG LEAVI used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
LANG LEAVThe time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
LANG LEAVI was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.
LANG LEAVYou talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
LANG LEAVMost people want to save the entire world. It’s a lovely thought, and I’m not saying it’s not a noble pursuit-but it’s impossible to save everyone. You just have to pick your little corner of the world and focus your energy there. That’s the only way you will ever make a difference.
LANG LEAVYou were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
LANG LEAVYour first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
LANG LEAVYou’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
LANG LEAVWhen you don’t have the whole attention of someone, you find yourself begging for it from everyone.
LANG LEAVSome pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.
LANG LEAVIf you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.
LANG LEAVWhat I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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