Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience to get it out of her.

I respect the hell out of her for how hard she’s working to be okay. I just wish she’d let me show her how to let go, how to let herself hurt. I want to take her pain.

Hot heart-blood leaked from my face. From my eyes and my nose and my mouth. Not tears, because those would never stop. This was just liquid heartbreak seeping from my pores.

Let…it…go, ” he whispers, his voice a fierce, harsh sound in my hair. “No. No!” The last word is screamed. “You have to. You can’t bleed it out. You can’t keep pretending, drinking it down.

I bought this place for a pittance, because it was a dump. Rejected, abandoned, unwanted. Like me. I fixed it up. Made it mine.

I also know I'm not going to stay away. I'm going to grab onto her and let myself get cut. I'm good at pain. I'm good at bleeding, emotionally and physically.

Rivers don’t drink their own waters

So here I am, upside down in a woman.

For most vampires, it's an automatic response - scent blood, fangs drop.

He sent up another silent prayer to wherever desperate prayers go and took the first step toward what he hoped would be salvation.

I would rather he had given me one more division

Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?

Everything is as it was, I discover when I reach my destination, and everything has changed.

I clean this teapot with the kind of attention I would have were I giving the baby Buddha or Jesus a bath.

But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues.