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I'm Oxygen And He's Dying To Breathe.
I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.
Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
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To be in love is to not be able to breathe and yet feel more alive than you ever have.
All The Things I Never Told You
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
I don't think I could be straightforward with you even if I wanted to.
All The Things I Never Told You
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,)
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)