the stars are calling me home

“I. Light. That’s the first thing she gave you. It shined like a thousand suns, so bright it chased away the shadows that had always haunted you. And for the first time in your life, you felt happiness bloom in your heart. II. Fire. Her second gift to you. No pain seized you when you touched the flames, only a warmth that seemed to touch your very soul. It became the fuel of your heart, giving you something worth fighting for. III. Home. The gift you’d never thought you’d have. But you found it wasn’t a place, it was her. It was the feeling of her lips against yours, the way her smile made all of your fears disappear, and the genuine love she promised to never stop giving.”

“Heroes aren’t fearless. Heroes are brave, bravery requires fear, and fear is born of loving something enough that its loss would break you.”

“we burned too bright to last, my love.”

“I defy the stars; I defy Heaven and Hell. The laws of the universe say that the man I love is lost to me. I say: Watch me save him.”

“God should fear girls with battle scars. Pretty little things with knives hidden in their smiles, blood red lips and poison-painted nails. They’ve been to the gates of Hell - and the Devil sent them back, armed and ready to fight.”

“I think I will always be lonely in this world,”

“we were both created in chaos, we were both born to destroy. you were like death, and i was like war. and where we collided, darling, i loved you.”

“But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

“Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for? There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling, this wonderful sense of optimism. It is something I can always keep close to me—to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine. No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.”

“The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it.”

“People weren’t perfect, ever, but sometimes moments were.”