The Air He Breathes

You know that place between nightmares and dreams? The place where tomorrows never come and yesterdays don't hurt anymore? The place where your heart beats in sync with mine? The place where time doesn't exist, and it's easy to breathe? I want to live there with you.

No soulmate leaves the world alone; they always take a piece of their other half along with them.

Because at the end of the day, it’s not about the tarot cards, or the crystals, or the special teas. That’s not where the magic lives. The magic is in the tiny moments. The small touches, the gentle smiles, the quiet laughs. The magic is about living for today and allowing yourself to breathe and be happy. My dear boy, to love is the magic.

Sometimes tomorrow never comes and you're only left with the memories of yesterdays.

As long as air moves in and out of my lungs … as long as I breathe, I will fight for you. I will fight for us.

Even when your heart was hurting, there was something so hopeful about reading a book filled with love. The pages were somewhat of a reminder that maybe one day I would be okay again. Maybe one day I would be all right.

You don’t have to be good all the times. It’s okay to be hurt sometimes. It’s okay to feel lost like you’re wandering around in the dark. It’s the bad days that make the good ones so much better.

If love was a moment, this would be where it existed.

Sometimes the hardest part of existing without your loved ones was remembering how to breathe.

It was amazing how our minds crafted stories for strangers who probably needed love more than our close-minded judgments.

Even though I was death, she took the time to resuscitate me. She breathed life back into my soul. She brought me back from the shadows.

that’s the thing with love—time doesn’t exist with it. The only thing love counts is the heartbeats.

I just kind of wonder what it would be like to find someone who loves you the same amount that you love them. You know, that person who you see looking your way and smiling because they are just as wild for you as you are for them.

The magic is in the tiny moments. The small touches, the gentle smiles, the quiet laughs. The magic is about living for today and allowing yourself to breathe and be happy. My dear boy, to love is the magic.

He and I together was a terrible idea. We were both unstable, we were both shattered, and there was no getting around it. He was thunder, I was lightning, and we were seconds away from creating the perfect storm.

Everyone deserved a person who could look into their eyes and say, “You’re enough. You’re perfect, scars and all.

Sometimes all a broken heart needed was a bag of shit and a little fire.

You’re beautiful. You’re a beautiful, broken kind of monster.

Sometimes life is weird. You just have to deal with the weirdness and hope that you find some weirdos who will move forward with you.

Hey, Mister! I’m talking to you!” she said, tapping her feet. Stranger looked down at her. “You’re a big, fat, giant TICK!

The hardest part about losing someone you love is the fact that you also lose yourself.

I love her, Lizzie. I adore her, and there is nothing about her that is baggage. Emma is a luxury. I’ll take care of her for the rest of my life because it would be an honor. Because I love you. I love your heart, I love your soul, I love you, Elizabeth, and I’m never going to stop loving you or that beautiful girl of yours.

The magic is in the tiny moments. The small touches, the gentle smiles, the quiet laughs. The magic is about living for today and allowing yourself to breathe and be happy.

Tristan held his hand out toward Sam with his beautiful smile. “Nice to meet ya, Sam.” “You too, Tristan,” Sam said warily. Tristan patted him on the back, his wolfish grin in full force. “Oh, no need to be so formal with my name. By all means, call me asshole.

You know that place in between nightmares and dreams? The place where tomorrows never come and yesterdays don’t hurt anymore? The place where your heart beats in sync with mine? The place where time doesn’t exist, and it’s easy to breathe? I want to live there with you. –TC

Do you ever think of me in a way that is more than a friendship?” When she looked into my eyes, she had to see the answer. I felt her soul staring deep into mine. Her eyes were full of wondering interest and her beauty was softened by an air of mystery. I blinked once. “Every second. Every minute. Every hour. Every day.” She nodded, closing her eyes. “Me too. Every second. Every minute. Every hour. Every day.

I saw you break down. I know you’re not a monster, Tristan. I just don’t understand why you pretend to be.

Each day was one breath at a time. I couldn’t think much further than that, otherwise I’d choke on the air.

We’re all a little wild, and we’re all a little something.

Show me the part of you that you try to keep buried. Show me where it hurts the most. I want to see your soul.