“God is such a cruel god for making you so wonderful, and for making me so weak.” — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“And the next time I reach for my pen, it won’t be to write about you again. The sun will feel warm… — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“You are neither coffee nor tea, you are just the right amount of whatever it is I’m trying to find.” — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“You wanted to see the world. And yet, all I want is to see you.” — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“I used to arch my back for boys who couldn’t even remember the color of my bedsheets. But you, however, made me… — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“The thought of you being with someone else is literally killing me. And you couldn’t care less. Because I am just one… — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“I am the girl you fool around with, before you meet the love of your life.” — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“I no longer believe in fairytale endings since I stopped kissing boys with mouthfuls of disappointment and started treating my body like a burning… — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“God is such a cruel god for making you so wonderful, and for making me so weak.” — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“And the next time I reach for my pen, it won’t be to write about you again. The sun will feel warm on my… — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“I no longer have to set myself on fire to keep other people warm.” — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“You are neither coffee nor tea, you are just the right amount of whatever it is I’m trying to find.” — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“You wanted to see the world. And yet, all I want is to see you.” — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“I used to arch my back for boys who couldn’t even remember the color of my bedsheets. But you, however, made me turnover the… — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.” — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
“It it wrong of me to want, darling? Is it wrong of me to leave? To live? Today in the shower I washed you… — Sade Andria Zabala Copy Share Image
