Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

I would sit still for years if it meant I could go back to you.

“You know what's kind of funny? Just seeing you sitting here all by yourself in your uniform.. You remind me of a girl I once knew. God, by now she's well in middle age. Probably 41? 42..?” “Huh, thank you?” “What? Oh my God, no, no, no, no”

“Please. I’m a doctor. You won’t die on my table. I’ll just kill you here.”

Violate me. Use me. Do anything you want to me. Just don’t leave me.

Fear of abandonment, self-hate, and discontent, will go away when you let yourself grieve.

Nikolai’s expression completely dropped at the gunshot. ‘no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no’ He felt like he couldn’t fucking breathe. He couldn’t move. What the actual fuck. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

You taste like a ashtray.

A parasite needs a host.

You got some balls lying to me.

“I just want you to understand that you are everything to me. I am holding on to you with everything I have and everything I can. I want you to understand that like your joys, your sorrows are gifts I gladly receive.”

Danke schön, darling, danke schön. Thank you for all the joy and pain..

All is fair in love and war, but I can’t fight with you anymore! This will be the death of me.. Are we allies or enemies?

He tells me I'm pretty, don't know how to respond. I tell him that he's pretty too (can I say that? don't have a clue.)

Leave the sunshine out and say hello to never.

I just want to pull your skin open and crawl inside of you. I want you all to myself. And I will be only yours!

Guess who’s right down the block! Guess who’s picking your lock!

I often believe I am becoming like you. Untouched and restless in a merciless combination. I'm becoming feral in this body. Is faith what fills your skin at night?

From friends to strangers with memories. (That's pretty sad, isn't it?)

Medic would have Questions. Even worse, she might have Solutions.

Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

You taste like a ashtray.

You will forever rot in the bottom of my heart.

I'm never what I like, I'm double-sided

We, grew up so very close... A parasite needs a host.

“I don’t care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.”