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We are all at least a little fucked up Tory," he said roughly. "But the people who love us don't give a shit about that. Better still - they love us even more for it.".

Denial was my best friend who likes to braid my hair and call me pretty".

Don’t let go of me," I begged against his mouth. He held me tighter as he tried to get up once more, but too many of them were pinning us down. “See you in the stars, Blue,” he swore, his lips brushing mine.

Death would have to try and rip her from my arms itself if it wanted her, and even then, I would not let go.

The truth sat on my tongue, weighing it down as heavily as lead. That I’d never be done with him. I loved him too completely. In every minute of every hour, right down to the space between seconds.

I guessed sometimes you had to watch your walls crack and crumble so you could figure out how to build a better kingdom.