“I’m in love with fiction. A fantasy that slips between my fingers when reality sets in.” — Moryah DeMott Copy Share Image
“Tell me that you don’t love me, and I’ll leave you alone. In this time or the next. Tell me that you don’t feel free. Tell me you can’t stand the way I look at you. But don’t tell me… — Moryah DeMott Copy Share Image
“Such a funny thing, time. You spend your whole life wishing there was more or less of it, never realizing that the time already… — Moryah DeMott Copy Share Image
“I’m in love with fiction. A fantasy that slips between my fingers when reality sets in.” — Moryah DeMott Copy Share Image
“You had me believing that I was crazy. Every time I broke down over what seemed like nothing, it was you.’ Bade ran an… — Moryah DeMott Copy Share Image
“My heart is torn in tiny pieces scattered throughout the years. I exist in several places because you carry those pieces with you, wherever… — Moryah DeMott Copy Share Image
“Music is another language, one so close to actual thought, strung together, sometimes staccato, flowing, and sometimes even nonsensical or harsh to the ears.… — Moryah DeMott Copy Share Image
“Tell me that you don’t love me, and I’ll leave you alone. In this time or the next. Tell me that you don’t feel… — Moryah DeMott Copy Share Image
“Having a rather pessimistic outlook on life makes for the best philosophical discussions; distress is the only real reason to question something; comfort often… — Moryah DeMott Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I sit and stare out at the people walking by, wondering if they’ve felt as I’ve felt, trapped, alone, but guiltily content in… — Moryah DeMott Copy Share Image
