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however deep he buried himself or climbed high, not for a second should he find himself without her. So boasting of her capacity to surround and protect, there was scarcely a shell of herself left for her to know herself by; all was so lavished and spent;

“but he knew that not everyone is moved by literature. His own works were unlikely to appeal to people who were not like him and had not lived a life like his”

“The higher he flew, the farther below him sank the joys and sorrows of a life bathed in the light of intellect.”

“His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefest instant, yet the wisp of wing dust still shone on his lips years later.”

“He could think of nothing in life that he especially desired, but those purple sparks – those wildly-blooming flowers of fire – he would trade his life for the chance to hold them in his hands.”

malayo pa ako sa katotohanan

well, im a bit hoping for enemies to lovers trope from Renthorn

“will you come to my funeral?” as first sentence? SOLD

When I kill a man, I do it with my sword, but people like you don’t use swords. You gentlemen kill with your power, with your money, and sometimes just with your words: you tell people you’re doing them a favor. True, no blood flows, the man is still alive, but you’ve killed him all the same. I don’t know whose sin is greater – yours or mine.

ill continue tomorrow because it’s near midnight

What a first chapter

“Can you love me, the whole of me, not just the part that makes you smile but also the part that I am afraid to share?”

“for even those who are most gifted with speech, cannot find words to describe you”

“One doesn’t become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.”

“When triggered, I could also sense a dark existential void, as if it were going to engulf me. I would then seek a way to avoid these uncomfortable feelings while desperately looking for safety and connection.”

“There are many kinds of selfishness in this world, but the most selfish is hoarding time, because none of us know how much we have, and it is an affront to God to assume there will be more.”

this is going to break me

this is nice

“There’s no greater mystery in the universe than a human”

“I was learning how to face the things I couldn’t control, and how to let them go. How to not only hurt with my whole hurt, but how to feel with it, and accept those feelings. To not brush off my insecurities and concerns and sadness, but to exist with it and then face it. I was learning.”

“It was the first time I had said that aloud in years. I had thought if I stopped saying it, then it would become less true. But all it did was make me lonelier in my insecurities.”

“I wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful because you are. I knew I wouldn’t miss you when you walked in tonight because you’re you. You’re so physically enthralling, let alone when you speak. And when you speak, all of the light in the room comes from you. You’re absolute sunshine and spring. I could watch you speak—”

The way his hand tightened on the edges of my hips, and how easily they found a home on my waist; all other thoughts became lull in my mind because all I could think about were those hands.

Every touch, every breath, every look he gave me made my heart slam against my rib cage. The way his thumb roamed my back with just short movements made my eyes roll back. It felt scandalous to do something so intimate in front of so many people.

Every touch, every breath, every look he gave me made my heart slam against my rib cage. The way his thumb roamed my back with just short movements made my eyes roll back. It felt scandalous to do something so intimate in front of so many people.

“But since seeing Levi, and how he’s grown and the steps he’s taken towards his career, it made me feel like I’ve been too comfortable. I haven’t challenged myself. I needed to challenge myself.”

“I was always nervous that if I shared the unkind words people threw at me, then that’s all they’d associate me with. … If I were to tell them what others said, then that’s all they’d see.”

“This was too close; he was too close. Could he see my love for him painted across my face? Could he tell from the way Ishuddered when he touched me, that every fiber of my being was made to be touched by him?”