“And when I say I love you, I mean that you can show me your darkest fire your soul can produce, and I will love you enough to sit with you until the smoke clears. Leave your disclaimers at the… — Belle Townsend Copy Share Image
“We both knew something wasn't quite right, but we clung on, used each other like cigarettes: casual, habitual, slow death. Why?” — Vironika Wilde Copy Share Image
