Teresita

“You're divine.
Didn't anyone ever tell you
It's OK to shine?”
― Lana Del Rey, Lana Del Rey - Born to Die Paradise Edition | Piano Vocal Guitar Sheet Music & Songbook for Singers and Musicians | 23 Iconic Pop Ballads Transcribed for Piano Players and Vocalists |Artist Collection

“They laughed and put their arms around each other and kissed, first gently, then more passionately, and Harry pulled his face back a few inches and looked lovingly at Marion, I love you, and kissed her on the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, then her soft lips, her chin, her neck, her ears, then nuzzled his face in her hair and caressed her back with his hands and breathed her name in her ear, Marion, Marion, I love you, and she gently moved with the flow and felt his words and kisses and feelings flow through her, easing away all her problems, her doubts, her fears, her anxieties and she felt warm and alive and vital. She felt loved. She felt necessary. Harry felt real and substantial. He could feel all the loose pieces starting to fall into place. He felt on the verge of something momentous. They felt whole. They felt united. Though they were still on the couch they felt a part of the vastness of the sky and the stars and moon. They were somehow on the crest of a hill with a gentle breeze blowing Marions hair flowingly; and walking through a sunlit woods and flower studded field feeling the freedom of the birds as they flew through the air chirping and singing and the night was comfortingly warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.”
― Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream

“I will always never love you.”
― Ben Brooks

“Quiero seguirla. Quiero seguirla hasta el borde del planeta, entrelazar los brazos con los suyos saltar al infinito. Quizá si muero a su lado pueda ascender a un planeta mejor. Ella se merece más que esto. Una persona como ella no puede pertenecer a un lugar donde existen cosas tan patéticas como la pasta de dientes, los zapatos ortopédicos y los caniches diminutos.”
― Ben Brooks