I’m chasing old feelings because tomorrow has yet to show me anything better than you.
QUINN ZUKOWSKIMouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.
More Quinn Zukowski Quotes
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The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.
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Your happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.
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When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.
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If you don’t understand your own heart why should I trust you with mine?
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Listening – it is a love I cherish well.
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If I never find the words for how much you mean to me you’re all the best ones and then some, love.
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Its been a while since a new face learned my favorite things.
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She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.
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If drowning taught me how to swim, this fall will teach me how to fall.
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Skin is just the softest cage.
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To be struck with a force you cannot match if not death it must be love.
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When I love I leave nothing for the dogs.
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You made me feel crazy for wanting to be loved like it wasn’t the thing you promised to do.
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I didn’t want someone else I wanted the best version of you.
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When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.
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Mouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.
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Do you remember when I felt like home?
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A vicious cycle of becoming the thing that hurt you the most- Life.
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Dear hands, don’t let them tell you art is a hopeless pursuit art my friends is pursuing light for the hopeless.
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I am tired of being the frontline to other peoples war if I must die today may it be for myself.
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If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart I’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.
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There is no permission with love it comes like the bullet and does the same trick.
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You know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.
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My mind is never where it needs to be and doesn’t tell me where it goes it runs away one window to the next looking for you.
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If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.
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The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.
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