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I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.

It’s like she had a soul that was much too big for her; it filled her to the brim till there was no more space, so it flowed out through her eyes.

Swallow the tears back often enough and they’ll start feeling like acid dripping down your throat.

I’ve always seen the caterpillar and the butterfly as two total different animals. And I guess it’s because I see them like how I see people—once we’ve gone through metamorphosis, we’re never the same.

I will go to war in a red dress, trample your ashes in high heels, look for my lipstick stain on your collar when I lean forwards not to kiss you, but to whisper: “I win.

Your eyes spoke, spoke of love,the kind which is too good for this world, your soul shone through your eyes, the soul which is synonymous with angels and God I fell for those eyes, I fell for your soul.