Mistake after mistake. Could he have destroyed his own happiness any more thoroughly?
To know her
Is to love her
Your hand fits in mine
Like it’s made just for me
Better not to breathe
Than to breathe a lie
❞ These violent delights, have violent ends, and in their triumph die. Like fire and powder. Which, as they kiss, consume.
Just hold me close.
what a pity, what a sham
what’s the matter with you, man?