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He prepares our dinner with the same knife he cuts my skin with. Is this love? The deep scars become little trophies, I run my fingers over the ridges, smiling, dreaming of his arms, of his caresses. Does all this love make up for the violence? Or is violence a part of love?

I can't help but love people, and that's a huge problem.

I want to be free like Lana Del Rey

I feel the way Ramona Flowers felt about Gideon Graves, but you wouldn't understand.

bobby pins in my hair, perfume all over my body, and poetry in my mind.

Thinking about people I love who aren't real. I love you, Damon Salvatore.

Awake, journaling, eating cookies, pondering, journaling my thoughts, more cookies, crying until I fall asleep. 🔁