A Joy That Hurts With Sadness A

I Will Not Compromise On Language Or Content. At 15, People Can Handle The Same Language As Me, They're Just As Complicated As Me And Are Very Interested In Thinking About Important Questions For The First Time.

All The Time I Think I Can Never Love You More Than I Already Do. And Then You Do Something Or Say Something, And I Love You More Than Ever. Like Just Now. Like Now. How Is It Possible? Can You Love Someone More And More And At The Same Time, All The Time, Love Them As Much As It's Possible To Love Someone?

Self Pity Is A Disease Which Does Not Kill But Corrodes.

I Thought How Lovely And How Strange A River Is.

I Don't Actually Think “true Love” Is Such A Good Term Because Love Can Only Be True. If It Isn't True It Can't Be Love.