pale skin and fragile bones

Inside your head the sound of glass, a car crash sound as the trucks roll over and explode in slow motion. Hello darling, sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.

You and I both know, the dark doesn’t make the bruises disappear. It just makes them harder to see.

You have a cold cold smile. You were burned, you were about to burn, you’re still on fire.

If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever.

Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

"You don’t need the instructions. When was the last time you’ve ever used instructions, am I right? You don’t need them because you are too smart to waste your time with them, okay? You can figure it out. Stiles, you’re always the one who figures it out.”

if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me, moon and sunset stars and flowers gold crescendo and silver muting.