“He is like my personal moon—unattainable, to be admired from afar. He is my cancer, slowly killing me, and I don’t even mind. “I’m” — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“I was meant to live in the shadows and secrets. I can be Thomas’ secret, for a little while, at least—until I absorb all… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“He doesn’t even look like he belongs to this world. He is too beautiful, too haunted to be human.” — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“Bravery is like falling in love. You don’t know if the person will reciprocate, but still you” — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“Bravery is like falling in love. You don’t know if the person will reciprocate, but still you fall. Bravery” — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“It could almost be a story I’ll tell myself when I’m dying. The Harlot fell in love with the Fire-breather. It was beautiful and… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“Agony. Fire. Passion. Loneliness. Destroyed. Crumble. Burn. Sleepless. The letters are straight and clear, severe, like Thomas, but there is an extra swirl in… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“Because I’m selfish, Layla. I’ll ruin you, set you on fire, and won’t even look back. I’ll take and take until you’re empty and… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“His Adam’s apple jumps up and down. “No, that’s…that’s not right. You’re not beautiful. I think you’re the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.”… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“That sound is going to kill me.” “What sound?” “Your stupid chair.” And there it is, his laughter. It makes every corner of my… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“You know, Layla, falling in love isn’t bad or wrong or even hard. It’s actually really simple, even if there’s no reciprocation. It’s the… — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
“Loving myself means fighting for myself, fighting for my sanity, and I will fucking fight.” — Saffron A. Kent Copy Share Image
