Unravel

Just remember that even the purest of souls have darkness in them. It might be hard to spot. Perhaps they've perfected the art of covering it from the world. Or maybe it's hidden in a dark corner of their mind. But it's there. No one in this world is scar free.

When a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists.

Sex. Love. Fucking. Call it what you want but they are all the same. Each one requires you to give a piece of yourself that you can never get back. But with the right person, everything will align perfectly. The world stops turning on its axis, time slows and you realize that while you're losing a piece of yourself, you're also gaining something in return. What they give you fits you just right.

Anyone that has the power to open up your heart without you even knowing, should terrify you.

Tell me what you're fighting and I'll fight with you.

I'll accept that in order to unravel my story, I need to be destroyed first.

His eyes lock with mine and then he kisses me hard on the mouth. Instantly, my soul wakes up. And that's what a good kiss should do. It should make you come alive. It speaks to you the minute your lips connect. You don't think. You react. You feel.

Even when you're angry, love tugs at your soul in the most painful way. It makes you care- makes you feel- when that's the last thing you want.

Life moves forward whether you're okay or not.

Someone can only fade away if there’s nothing left for them. But there’s me and you. We’ll always be something strong enough to keep you going.

Listen closely. Hang on to every word. But most of all, please believe me.

Everything that we’ve been through makes me realize that love is about finding the right person in this cold, oppressive world that loves all the wrong things about you. Everything you try to hide, they accept. And I know he accepts me.

If you're going to lie to me make sure your delivery is right. Make me believe it.

It's like asking me to describe fresh water. I need it to live. I need her to live

No one in this world is scar free.

Her happiness, fear, and pain- even her thoughts - become yours and you need to do everything to make sure it stays that way.

Just remember that even the purest of souls have darkness in them. It might be hard to spot. Perhaps they’ve perfected the art of covering it from the world. Or maybe it’s hidden in a dark corner of their mind. But it’s there. No one in this world is scar free.

The ending of the day was the ending of a powerful song, one that filled you up with anticipation because all the mistakes you made in the blazing light of day were erased.

I want to go wherever you are

See those veins? I know I have blood in them and I know I have a soul inside of me and I know I have a life worth living. Although… right now it’s not much. But I know I have it.

when you’re angry, love tugs at your soul in the most painful way. It makes you care—makes you feel—when that’s the last thing you want.

I know this isn't easy for you. Just remember that even the purest of souls have darkness in them. It might be hard to spot. Perhaps they've perfected the art of covering it from the world. Or maybe it's hidden in a dark corner of their mind. But it's there. No one in this world is scar free.

My grandma always told me that she would rather have four quarters worth of friends than a hundred pennies worth of friends.

She was perched on the windowsill. The brilliant light didn’t seem to bother her. I could just see her thinking to herself that if she soaked in enough light, maybe, just maybe, all the darkness in her life would fade.

Lana was with me,” I rushed. “I mean… I went with her. She had to go because her parents were there and—” I was rambling and I knew it. Yet it was the blank expression on Lachlan’s face that made me stop talking. His eyebrows were pinched together. Eyes scrunched as if he was trying to peer very carefully at me. “What are you talking about?” he asked in a low voice. I stared at him miserably; it was all I could do. “It’s me…” He pushed away part of his jacket and gripped the material of his shirt. “Lachlan.