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But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.

Soul mates are muses. The people in your life you despise, disrespect and desire the most.

The world I held so closely, she played me like a game,
I released and left her laughing to stand on my own two feet.

She's hanging free, at liberty.

Love thy neighbor as thyself. Unless he calls you names. Then do not love him, run in the opposite direction and throw a gerbil at his door.

You cannot mistake this
You cannot reinvent this moment
You cannot call this love
It is so much more

I feel like a traitor, a phony, a fake. But I am a hypocrite with the best intentions, and I need kissing desperately.

This is the power of my heart. This is what I call sihr halal.

All the risks have been taken. Allowing me room to fly.

I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me.

I never want to arrive. I love the ride.

You tear me down just to build me up again. All I can think is: you are a psycho-clown.

Life is wonderful when you're the one to write it.

You can only use someone for so long before you dry them out. How long does a muse last? When do you let them loose?

Elegant writers depict intricacy with simplicity.

She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life.
She's a player, a heartbreaker,
and now she breaks alone.

Rewriting the world one heart at a time.

My insides turn outward in acknowledgement of your absence. My heart slips out of my chest and down into my gut.

No one likes you tar-heart baby, no one likes un-fun-ness.

What I knew, adored, and fell for was a fantasy. He did not exist in human terms.

Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not.

The white noise in his heart, the sum of all his colors
- the metronome to which he beat
[was she].

He's a gypsy killer. He has a special gypsy killing knife.

You disenchant me.

I was supposed to act breezy, but my fingertips are shaking, and my heart won't stop its rapid beating.
I'm giving in. I cannot cave.

Heart of a queen you'll see me burst at the seams.

Building an empire ... one letter in front of the other.

You own me, because you are me.

You are my counterfeit mystery. My artificial company. My forged reality. My imaginary friend I can't eradicate.

Love is not of value when this superficial contract must be drawn up, representing the two worlds that enclose us.

She knew she could never love any man the way she loved a blank sheet of paper that only she could fill.

Poor Mr. Zum now he was un-fun and had no funs left who wanted to entertain him. What a qerbackle, what an un-fun pickle to be in.

Your psychotic behavior and constant temper tantrums intrigue me.

When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.

He offered her power, money, status ...
a giant prison, all in exchange
for only ... her soul.

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.

She stopped caring...
and started laughing.

He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.

I want your hand without the skin. Bone to bone without the molds. Mouth to mouth, without the porn.

You're in my blood spreading through my heart - pumping me numb.

He's just not that into you, if he doesn't have a heart.

I'm mistaken ... .
for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.

You don't deserve my image in your head. You don't deserve my memories in your chest.

It is in this darkness that I have found all light - somehow become so bright, a shooting star on a stormy night.

You're a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.

He's just not that into you if he is a sociopath.

Tar-heart baby, let me be, let me shine bright, stop making fun of me. Stop bringing up my past un-funs.

I don't want to go viral, I want to set hearts on fire.

You break me the hardest,
make me the strongest, and keep me
the softest.

I'm ready, I'm bursting with color
I'm highlighed in the best this world has to offer -

It's all mine, it's all sacred.

Head high, heart in hell -

If I wasn't so phenomenal. I would go back to you.

What is love, if not the abandonment of all sanity, all dignity?

....hurts not just the heart, but every part.

You know, and I know, just how much we defy.

It's a finger snapping kind of day.

If I had no imagination, I would hate you. But I don't want to be part of your reality.

...but fame didn't suit you, you compromised, a renegade rebel, you gave me your eyes.

... ..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.

Make your choice and make it quick, either build a real heart, or get out of my way QUICK.

Smile. Your eyes sparkle when you do.

Just friends, over and over you said it again - -then you kissed me.

Some chase after their dream job, while others CREATE their dream job.

I hate you. I hate you like the girl who hates cake because it makes her fat and she can't stop eating it.

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Hate me because I'm a domestic GODDESS and beautiful.

Peanut butter is my frenemy.

Some girls need men to take them places. Others just click their heels, spread their own wings, and fly.

Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.
Words you can't have back, so they linger.

Color me....BRILLIANT.

I near felt bad he choose to be so evil. I am a forgiving woman, but my pen ... oh my wicked wicked hormonal she-pen.

Fuck you perfectionism. Without you, I am brilliant.

In my story you're the villain. But in my heart, you're still the reigning King.

Here I sit like a brainless robot writing the uncensored, chaotic, evil thoughts springing about in my temperamental female brain.

I wear my heart on my blog.

Writer? A complimentary term to conceal one's insanities.

Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.

My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.

My boy of steel. My man of honor. My perfect friend. My timeless soldier.

I am torn open, unabridged, hot and a bit crazy inside. This is the feeling which belongs to me, she has always been mine.

You'll never like me, but you'll always love me.

I'll dream up a world where you never existed. A world you could never live in. I'll live there without you.

She is happy, she is bright.

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.

Every fairytale has a villain. All high quality happy endings involve a black-hearted monster. I just didn't want you to be mine.

And I don't even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.

A cayenne heart can't be broken.

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.