– Sue Zhao
[TEXT ID: I know what you wanted. You wanted someone to save you. / No, I wanted somebody to love me. / I think it's the same. It's the same. END ID]

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– Sue Zhao
[TEXT ID: I know what you wanted. You wanted someone to save you. / No, I wanted somebody to love me. / I think it's the same. It's the same. END ID]
“I will say it plainly - I loved someone and I failed at it. I like to call myself wound; but I answer to knife.”
Ummm my life is beautiful and I am loved and I can be skittish and restless and somber and lonely but I am never without hope when within me I carry what magnetizes and emphasizes peace and pleasure
this time, we escaped together.
should i or should i not 💭
I love being a flirty and inquisitive and fun little lady who makes friends everywhere she goes
you jump, i jump, right?
wow. i -
His eyes were almost black, pooling with tears, but none had fallen. I gave him an almost imperceptible nod to go ahead. He brought his lips down to mine and kissed me, slow at first; then faster and faster, to a frenzied pace like one starved for weeks at a feast. He picked me up off the floor and carried me to his bed as I tried to burn the memory of it all into my brain. Ravenous, once was not enough - so, the rest of the night was spent satiating one another until we fell asleep exhausted, clinging; as if sleep might separate us once again and that was to be prevented at all cost. I awoke still in his arms, his hands intertwined with mine. The closest one could get to heaven in New York.
Thierry Mugler Spring/Summer 1999
“You two were toxic,” Marianne said, looking at me with sadness and disappointment in her eyes.
“I don’t know. Most nights, we were all each other had.”