Love Obeys No Laws Other Than Its

People Do Terrible Things, Sometimes, For The Best Reasons.

Love: It Will Kill You And Save You, Both

If You Cross A Line And Nothing Happens, The Line Loses Meaning.

Sometimes I Feel As Though There Are Two Me's, One Coasting Directly On Top Of The Other: The Superficial Me, Who Nods When She's Supposed To Nod And Says What She's Supposed To Say, And Some Other, Deeper Part, The Part That Worries And Dreams... Most Of The Time They Move Along In Sync And I Hardly Notice The Split, But Sometimes It Feels As Though I'm Two Whole Different People And I Could Rip Apart At Any Second.

Stupid How The Mind Will Try To Distract Itself.