my love is selfish. i cannot breathe without you.

they keep saying healing takes time. how long is this going to take?

i will bring you ruin in everything i do. it's never my intention but it happens all the same.

however，to some extent，he was aware that he was the only person who could touch his heart and influence his emotions.

stay here with me， never leave me. i'll do everything i can to protect you.

i'm mr. loverman， oh， and i miss my lover.

to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

you can't stop destroying things， can you? i'm the same. that's why i'm here to destroy you.

i'll quiet down if it's what you want. i understand i'm not the only one for you.

i think i'm going insane， can't get you out of my brain.

'thank you' and 'i'm sorry'. someday，you’ll say those words in tears.

carrying this with me made me feel like you were always watching over me.

and suddenly i'm an angel on the cutting room floor， wearing gore， a blank stare， not much more.

you climb back in bed to touch my face. you wrap your arms around me and it's like you're the patron saint of touch as well as soft sunlight and soothed dogs.

i don't want you to be a lesson， learned the hard way; pulped up in the metal teeth of my dumb machine heart， hacksawed and hatcheted， left worsened by my wanting. i don't want you to be a lesson. i want you to be my lover.

i live in you; and you would die for me， i love you so.

you are never not in my thoughts. part of me wants to set you on fire and hold you while the flame consumes us both， to eat your heart so i know that only i possess it entirely.

something of him ᛤ stuck with me， a splinter;

the lamb loves its wolf. the wolf turns all white and starts quivering out of love of the lamb. the lamb loves the wolf's fragility， and the wolf loves the frail one's force. love blackens the lamb.

where you go， i go what you see， i see i know i'd never be me without the security of your loving arms keeping me from harm

this was far beyond the kind of pain a sixteen—year—old boy like him could endure.

i have survived， but i have not been spared.

please don't try to kiss me on the sidewalk on your cigarette break. i can't afford to love someone who isn't dying by mistake.

but ask the right saint. and he'll tell you that death always comes. more than once. that every wound like regret is both itself. and its reflection.

destroy yourselves， you who are desperate， and tortured in body and soul， abandon all hope. there is no more solace for you in this world. the world lives off your rotting flesh.

you asked me many times if you scared me， but i never felt scared of you，not even once from the first time i met you.

i won't eat anything other than what you cook. even if i get hungry or spears rain down on me， i'll stay right here and wait for you.

here is the truth: i keep waiting for my anger to go dormant， but it won't. i keep waiting for someone to reroute my anger into the ocean， but no one can.

i am not even a religious person. i am hardly a person at all， except when i look at you and think that this life with you must go on forever because it is so perfect， with all its imperfections.

to get into heaven， you have to die first. there is no heavenly force strong enough， or divine enough to tempt me into submission. because my heaven is not a place nor a concept; my heaven is on earth. my heaven is you.

i walked out of the fire alive; how can that be? how much was lost? nothing was lost: it was all destroyed.

you taste like heaven， but god knows you're built for sin.

it's awful not to be loved. it's the worst thing in the world... it makes you mean， and violent， and cruel.

you know how much i love looking at the sky but i'd miss a thousand sunsets just to look at your eyes.

you live inside me， the same way i live inside you. a mobius strip， a snake always swallowing its own tail. mutually assured destruction， or mutual deification. mutual consumption. i will be the house that holds every part of you.

i just want to smile by your side... i just don't want to cry anymore.

the bear loved the deer， it was obvious. it ripped the deer's throat out， and then licked the dying deer with the most passionate affection. i thought of you and me.

i do not desire mediocre love. i want to drown in someone.

you turn me inside out， and then you want me outside in. you spin me all around， and then you ask me not to spin.

someone， somewhere， can you understand me a little， love me a little?

please stop framing me for murder. just because i've killed 1846 people doesn't mean i killed that specific one.

eyebrows seemingly drawn by a single， uninterrupted stroke of a famed artist's brush; …a pair of deep eyes seemingly carved out of a beautiful jewel containing all the misfortunes found in this world.

let us look again for a moment; it is the last time， perhaps， i shall see the moonlight with you.

i love you. i feel as though we were never strangers， you and i， not even for a moment.

my father is the worst man alive， and i am his favorite daughter.

I， DO NOT WORSHIP GODS. I， AM GOD!

he is a weapon, a killer. do not forget it. you can use a spear as a walking stick， but that will not change its nature.

you're out of touch. i'm out of time.

did you have to hit me where i'm weak? baby，i couldn't breathe.

he only loves me when there's a means he means to end.