I am pieces of quotes from my favorite books stitched together by song lyrics and I am glued together by midnight conversations and the sweet taste of coffee and I have this tendency to fall apart suddenly
He wasn't supposed to happen he had a bife effect on me my heart,mind,feeling's, he had this calming sound in his voice whenever he talked to me and in the end on a April Sunday morning he was my brutal hurricane
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath: "Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.