"But really it is your personality, your beautiful pessimism and vague cruelty your mischief, your beautiful wounded soul that mine reaches out too..."
"I just wanted to know." Eris rolls over and touches his face. "I didnt really know. I didnt know if this was just fake. Like the cruel things my father did to me. He ordered my old crush to flirt with me and then break my heart."
“Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things.”
I laugh musically, "I am not degrading myself, I am being honest my dear, when I first saw you do you honestly think I was looking at your eyes the entire time?"
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To be a master of metaphor is the greatest thing by far. It is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others, and it is also a sign of genius. — Aristotle, Poetics
