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mon amour, je t'adore.

first of her name.

if a man wants an angel in his life, he must first create heaven for her. angels don’t live in hell.

stare hard at the hurt. ask why it stings. dig into the root & rip it out. it doesn't have to stay there just because it grew there.

i have met myself & i am going to care for her fiercely.

it is a fire that consumes me, but i am the fire.

i had to go through a time of isolation in order to come to terms with who & what i was.

you have no power over me.

watch her dance the night away.

when you're deeply sensitive, love is ecstasy. music is godlike. heartache is a wide, somatic wound. visual natural beauty is jewel-drenched, wild bliss. tension & conflict are muscle tightening & toxic, straight down to the cells.

pathetic, but expected.

in the depth of my soul, there is a wordless song.

everything works out for me.

you're looking like an angel on the walls of versailles.

i miss you terribly, i am in another world.

how much can you change & get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder .ᐣ

i am both worse & better than you thought.

you cannot save people. you can only love them. you can't transform them, you can only console them.

the heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies.

she embodies mournful intelligence & beautiful darkness.

there is no sun without shadow, & it is essential to know the night.