lovefool.

The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.

but this is what she learned from her mother: always run before you get too close, conceal your talons beneath pale pink nails and a honeyed tongue until the moment is right, smile, smile, smile.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

She was desperate and she was choosy at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.

We are liars. We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken.

You want them to fill the void in your heart, but they can’t. You want them to take away the emptiness, but they won’t. You want them to make you feel complete, but they shouldn’t and they never will.