& Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife. Addicted to the knife? ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE!

I dislike arguments of any kind. They are always vulgar, and often convincing.

“The whole world goes on and on about love. Poets spend their lives writing about it. Everyone thinks it’s the most wonderful thing. But, when you mention two guys in love, they forget all that and freak out.” — Mark A. Roeder (Outfield Menace)

I see the flower arrangements which is located at the corner of her room, wilt, it was rotten. I see eyes that are always happy when she saw me. that night, I sat on the bed where we’ve enjoyed every second touch of flirt. my hand, her hand. she came, with different feelings, her eyes do not represent happiness. she’s bored, tired of all this. I do not know why, all I know she wants to sail another love story. love of books written in her hearts not to just one person, namely me. just like the flowers wither, it must be replaced with new ones that are still fresh in order to decorate the empty space. I’m not happy, although I admit whatever she felt, happy, sad, lonely, I’ll feel it too. but not this time, sorry dear .. I love you too much to receive you to start writing a new love story. I’m not going away, ever. I want you to know, before you write your story in new page. remember, behind the sheet, there I am, there you write my name.

The world we see that seems so insane is the result of a belief system that is not working. To perceive the world differently, we must be willing to change our belief system, let the past slip away, expand our sense of now, and dissolve the fear in our minds.

Am I aching your heart or just mine? Will it be ok if I start walking in time?And for you I would nail myself to the wall but, I’ll hate you for it…
Sometimes I look at you and think I love you so much that I’d give all this up, if it meant you could hold me...

i want her hair!

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do, will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, will never...never forget it.

i am going to marry Emma Dean. ^

Oh touch me in this sharp light, I've been aching through the night. Thieving hearts meet after curfew, you know where I'll be waiting for you...
Lover love me or let me go, so this guilt can melt like snow. And fill the streams that wash my hair of what a thieving scoundrel dared.