Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options." -Bella
Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.
They will love me for that which destroys me.
I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness.
Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
Love born of anxiety resembles a thorn shaped so that efforts to pull it out of one's flesh merely cause it to penetrate more deeply therein.
Can't break free from the things that you do. I wanna walk, but I run back to you, that's why I hate myself for loving you.
