“No one is born just once. If you're lucky, you'll emerge again in someone's arms; or unlucky, wake when the long tail of terror brushes the inside of your skull.” IfsLoveLongBornArmsLuckyTerrorTailsBrushesSkullsUnluckyLucky You Book:Fugitive Pieces Source: Fugitive Pieces
“Now we're like planets, holding to each other from a great distance. [...] Now we're hundreds of miles apart, our short arms keep us lonely, no one hears what's in my head. [...] It's March, even the birds don't know what to do with themselves.” KnowsPlanetsArmsBirdLonelyDistanceMilesMarchMiles Apart Author:Anne Michaels
