So maybe I'm a masochist but either way I know no matter what, what we have will never be found elsewhere.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Every moment is another chance.

I only have one question left for us... Would you even call us love or were you just in lust?

Music medicates the soul and speaks to the heart

Don't do something permanently stupid because you're temporarily upset.

"Kisses are a better fate than wisdom." -e.e. cummings

"Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense." -e.e. cummings

my favorite quote.

Here I am, over playing the memories in my head.. still living my life as if you're in it. Why can't I move on? WHY CAN HE?!

I don't even know what to call us anymore. What do you even really think of me? Do you actually love me? Or are you living a double life? Your words have become lies. The conclusion? I'm in love with my enemy.