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That Was The True Terror Of Love, That You Could Love With Your Whole Heart, Your Whole Soul, And Lose Both

No Name-calling Truly Bites Deep Unless, In Some Dark Part Of Us, We Believe It. If We Are Confident Enough Then It Is Just Noise.

People Talk Of Sorrow As If It Is Soft, A Thing Of Water And Tears. But True Sorrow Is Not Soft. True Sorrow Is A Thing Of Fire, And Rock. It Burns Your Heart, Crushes Your Soul Under The Weight Of Mountains. It Destroys, And Even If You Keep Breathing, Keep Going, You Die.

I Hate Women Who Complain About Being Fat When They're Like A Size 5. Anything Under Size 5 Isn't A Woman. It's A Boy With Breasts.

Marry Gentry Swallowing Darkness (laurell K. Hamilton):pick Any Fairy Tale That’s Based On Older Stories, And The Heroine Of The Piece Has A Miserable, Dangerous, Nightmarish Time Of It.