“Sometimes I want a quiet life other times I want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“As he took her hand he gave her all she had been waiting for-- a shiver down her spine.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“Brushing a girl’s hair behind her ear once a day will solve more problems than all those therapists and drugs.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“When it comes to love we are primates breaking sticks while pointing to our hearts.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“We were strange in love her and I too wild to last too rare to die.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“Drugs to me have always been a pretty girl with a sly smile beckoning me with a finger down the dark path… — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“Don't ask her to be a rock for you to lean upon instead, build her wings and point her to the sky… — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“I let her go because I knew she could do better and now she's gone I wonder if I should've just been… — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“She knew she was really sad when she stopped loving the things she loved.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share
“She was afraid of heights but she was much more afraid of never flying.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share
“She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share
“Do not fall in love with me, for I will break your heart, long before you realize, you were going to break mine.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share
“A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share
“I would rather have a body full of scars and a head full of memories than a life of regrets and perfect skin.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share
“The was her magic, she could still see the sunset even on those darkest days.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share
