When I touch her, my fingers don’t question what she is. My body knows who she is. The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am. She is a stranger. She is the strange that I am beginning to love.
The Stone Gods, Jeanette Winterson (via helplesslyamazed)

(Source: quote-book)

You think you can have whatever you want and leave me in the dust. You are just using this as an excuse. When really nothing has changed. Before or after what I did. Its all the same and now you are using what I did as an excuse. How can you do this? Once again I am just getting the shitty end of it. Have fun. & Always remember that I love you

Since I was lucky enough to get a chance to live on this Earth.. I need to live it to the fullest. :)

That was it. & it was great, thank you so much. I love you, and I am sorry.

Over & over again..

When will it end?