Named after a city i'm too broke to see

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RECREATIONAL

Cordelia: Every witch will be safe, but any human, demon, or other will find it impossible to step through our front door.

“Psychologically we are on a clock. They say that love hormones are only produced for up to four years, and after that, we will only be together due to habit. So excuse me when I have panic attacks when I see the time and my hands sweat with the fear that one day I won’t crave your lips on mine, just accept that they’re there.”

Dear You,

i am terrified that twenty years from now i will still look back and feel an ache when i remember the boy who broke my heart all those years ago. and i’ll somehow still miss you. but for you, i’ll probably be just one of the many girls you dated when you were young. you’ll look back and only remember a foggy memory of me; my face, a blurry vision in your mind.

“It’s funny, isn’t it? You’ve been with someone for so long, you think you know who they are by heart, as if their soul is the twin flame of yours. You’d know them by a single touch, or scent, or sound. But then they leave, in a way that makes you heart turn cold and empty: so easily without even a goodbye that you promise to say if it comes down to that. It makes you wonder if they’ve changed somewhere down the road, or if you just never know who they really are.”