"Her Words"-Love a girl who writes, and live her many lives; you have yet to find her, beneath her words of guise.Kiss her blue inked fingers, forgive the pens they marked. The stain of your lips upon her- the one she can't discard.Forget her tattered memories, or the pages others
took; you are her ever after- the hero of her book. ~Lang Leav
Sam, I know you think you’re going to try to fix me, but maybe I don’t want to be fixed
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.
I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.
"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".