Rainy Day Reads

Please inform me if I get any quotes wrong or if I have the wrong title/author.

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You were mine to adore, I was yours to regret.

Neck Deep, Kick It

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Everyone knows you bleed out faster with vertical cuts. Horizontal cuts are for drama queens.

Amy Giles, Now Is Everything

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How do you know when your addicted to something?

I keep waking up, drenched in sweat and tears rolling down my cheeks. My cuts reopened and I’m convinced my mother saw, just like in my dream.

And, yet, I don’t stop. I know it’s wrong, I do, and I’m terrified of somebody finding out. But it’s kind of nice, you know. It makes it all the more exciting. Sneaking around. Sometimes, I’ll pick at them in a public space, just because the risk of getting caught it there. And I think to myself, it’s all part of the adventure. And, I could stop if I wanted to. But I don’t want to. And I don’t know if I’m just using that as an excuse as to avoid admitting I cannot stop, or that I actually do not want to stop.

Does that make me an addict?

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- Amber Mathews

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We still talk like everyday, but we don't talk in the same way that we used to.

Neck Deep, A Part of Me

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Icarus did not fly too high. He knew exactly what he was doing when he lit himself aflame. Do not pity him, he made his choice.

Amber Mathews

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She's so beautiful yet so sad. Always saying no one will ever love her, and yet when somebody tells her that they love her she runs and hides. Silly girl, they love you, you just don't love yourself.

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Only fools do what I do, only fools fall. Only fools fall for you, only fools fall.

Troye Sivan, Fools

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You see?

Even death has a heart.

Marcus Zusak, The Book Thief

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THE THREE ODDEST WORDS When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no nonbeing could hold.

Wislawla Szymborska, The Three Oddest Words

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WILL YOU RUN WHEN I TELL YOU? Hello, I would like to introduce myself. I will not give you a name, for it is meaningless. Instead, I shall tell you about my passions. I will tell you why I prefer tea to coffee. I will tell you why I lay in bed at night, wide awake. I will let you know what I’m thinking about at four a.m when there is blood dripping down my wrist. I will tell you why I cut contact with my father and why I feel I cannot confide in my mother. I will let you know everything about me without telling you anything about my physical appearance. I shall let you into the mystery that is my mind. But how can I tell you all this, without knowing those truths myself? I do not know who I am. I am not sure I want to.

Amber Mathews

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PEOPLE ARE NOT HOMES ‘Home is where the heart is.’ Well, that isn’t exactly true. Because, I had always believed, my heart belonged to you. But you were not my home, And neither was that house. For, when I was there, I’d felt smaller than a mouse. I was meant for greater things, And my path led into the unknown. Do not fret, I know I’m walking blind, I only hope in not alone. I thought you were my home, But you were toxic, and I naive. My heart goes out to you, Mother, you make it hard to leave. But it goes out to you, While remaining in my chest. You held onto it for far to long, now it’s time for it to rest. The alcohol and tears, Were all too much to take. I thought you were my home, I now realize my mistake. People are not homes, And you can not build them into one. I tried to make you my home, but now I am done. ‘Home is where the heart is.’ Perhaps it’s really true. But now I know to believe, my heart never belonged to you.

Amber Mathews

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Since when did “ I wanna hear your voice” not become a good excuse?

The Front Bottoms, Twelve Feet Deep

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Of all the sinners, you're first in line. So go to Hell and tell the devil I'm not that far behind.

Sleeping With Sirens, Kick Me

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But darling, the yellow brick road is not real. only a red one, stained by blood.

Amber Mathews

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Oh, my dear, the yellow brick road does not exist. And neither do you.

Amber Mathews

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What a shame. Beautiful scars on critical veins.

All Time Low, Kids in the Dark