Deleting this blog and making a new one here. It’s not quite started yet but I’d appreciate a few follows.
I’m not afraid of dying… Pieces of me die all the time.
“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
“Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it’s hit me when it comes to you.”