And No Matter How Many Times I Tried To Figure Her OutNo Matter How Many Sleepless Nights I GaveNo Matter

And no matter how many times I tried to figure her out No matter how many sleepless nights I gave  No matter how many odd and winding conversations we had I could not know her For she was the unknowable                                                                                                                                                                                                        And no matter how many times I tried to figure it out Why exactly I was drawn to her No matter how many times I tried to stop No matter how many times I tried to leave I could not know why For love was the unknowable

All The Things I Never Told You

*@writerscreed*

When you devoured my soul When you ate me whole and forgot to spit me back out I lost myself                                                          But you always have been messy and careless with delicate things  and so there were crumbs of me and they still cling to you

All The Things I Never Told You

And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.

Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Besides, being the inquisitor isn't a favour or reward. It’s a service you give. It’s a way of paying back the world.”

He started to smile. “I suppose.”

She winked. “Also, I’m happy to know that if I need someone to bend the law in my favour, I will have a powerful friend.”

- Cristina and Deigo Rosales Queen of Air and Darkness Page 851

Why is everyone sleeping on the fact that Diego might be the next Inquisitor?

The thing I know about Bipolar Disorder is that it's a label. One you give crazy people. Labels like 'Bipolar' say this is why you are the way you are. This is who you are. They explain people away as an illness.

All The Bright Places (Pg. 271-271)

Ignite these flames. Burn my coals. Devour me. My existence is dependent on this slow burn you are cultivating. The only time I have ever felt whole is engulfed in the fire you create from my soul. Make me feel something. Make me feel alive. Make me feel you.

All of you (via view-no-evil)

Because the only time I have ever felt alive is when I was burning. 

Burning alive. 

So alive. 

Even if just for a moment...

before

I

flicker 

out. 

(Beautiful piece BTW,)