I am not what I say. Please, I am not what I yell over the noise you can not hear.
Love,
Anonymous

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I am not what I say. Please, I am not what I yell over the noise you can not hear.
Love,
Anonymous
"I just wanna be the one."
Love,
Anonymous.
"pretty little gasps of breath from the hardened hearts-"
Love,
Anonymous.
“Don’t die for me. Look at me, and tell me you’ll live for me. Drop that knife and whisper my name to the ghost in the mirror.”
Love,
Anonymous.
“You, my love. You- you are my nicotine. My heroin, morphine, cocaine. Whatever there is. All that there is, is you to me. You are my every gasp of sweet oblivion.”
Love,
Anonymous.
“What happens in my mind is my drug. I get high on solitude.”
Love,
Anonymous.
“I am my own ruin. I am my own destruction.”
Love,
Anonymous.
“Oh love, why couldn’t you let it pass, as time and wind? Now look what you’ve done.”
Love,
Anonymous.
“Existing after you was a chore so tiring I wanted to fold every passing second of day and night.”
Love,
Anonymous.
As the roses wilted, so did she.
Her- roses in its absolute form.
Love,
Anonymous.
Because it's the little things that matter at the end of the day.
The next time you think I am hurt, stop searching for tears.
I write, my love. I bleed on paper.
Scatter those parchments and find my tattered soul.
"The Dementors Send Their Love, Potter!"
Love,
Anonymous.
“It took seven years to get the letter right.”
Love,
Anonymous.
“It’s you I love,” he says. “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.” He walks to the door to the royal chambers, as though to end the conversation. “You probably guessed as much,” he says. “But just in case you didn’t.”
Love,
Anonymous.
If you wanted, I'd steal the stars miles away and bring them to you, just so they can reflect in your eyes and I can see the light whiskey and honey shades nestled within.
Love,
Anonymous.