the mindfuck series by S. T. abby :)
(i also do book edits! :D)
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the mindfuck series by S. T. abby :)
(i also do book edits! :D)
The lyrics!!😭😭
“We’re only seventeen,” I said quietly.
“Fuck seventeen.” His eyes and voice were defiant. “If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them.
If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.”
Love, destroys us all.
“You totally were. You were watching me sleep.”
“No. That would be creepy. And boring. Watching you shower, perhaps...”
"Love wasn't always about the big moments. More often, it was tucked in the small moments connecting the major ones."
- King Of Wrath / Dante and Vivian.
He was toxic, poison, and he was going to kill everything beautiful in my life if I let him.
He was the storm to my cherry blossoms.
“A dreamer,” scorns her mother.
“A dreamer,” mourns her father.
“A dreamer,” warns Estele.
Still, it does not seem such a bad word.
Until Adeline wakes up.
Not all love stories were written same way.
Ours had torn chapters, missing paragraphs and a bittersweet ending.
Don't you remember, she told him then, when you were nothing but shadow and smoke?
Darling, he'd said in his soft, rich way, I was the night itself.
“Names?” the receptionist asked us.
“Jesus,” Jamie answered.
“Mary,” said Stella.
“Satan,” I said as I walked past her and pushed open the door to Ira Ginsberg's office.