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“to being remembered”. their glasses clinked as eli added, “forever.”

my beloved calamity… you are as beautiful as ever tonight.

our strands of fate twisted off into the air, fluttering above the roofs, then far, far away. heaven knew what would become of them.

achilles, achilles, achilles come down won’t you get up off get up off the roof?

pitting his passion against death. hoping his love can be a beacon that will lead the woman back to life.

oh i’m just a kid i’m afraid of the dark but i’m obsessed with ideas one day i’ll go far

looking up, i see a falling star and watch its fire burn into the floor.

i’ve always known that he had a gift. but jason only had rage.

if the story’s over, why am i still writing pages?

i'm going to cho p u into tiny bite sized pieces and put u in ochi's food

if you want to kill me, kill me. there’s meaning in that too.

this language, this melody has aroused her memories. she is not one for nostalgia, but she knows it all too well.

i never dared to look theresa in the eyes. such... sad eyes. if... if i could stand with her... what kind of sights would i see?

put me in the dirt, lemme be with the stars throw me in a box with the oxygen off

if you wait for the dust to settle in kazdel... we could speak like this once again. maybe then you could have a more fitting name. a proper name for a sarkaz woman like yourself. a name makes things feel so much warmer, doesn’t it?

you are but a phoenix among feathers. you’re broken by the waves among the sea.

just how many stars do i need to hang around me to finally call it heaven?

first flower i gave her was a rose. didn't find out for weeks that she hated roses. she liked orchids.

it’s an exploration, she’s made of outer space. and her lips are like a galaxy’s edge, and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place!

i saw the world from the stars’ point of view, and it looked unbearably lonely.