Ah, Ms. Ferrars. I don't know what you hope to accomplish by sitting in the corner.
Tahereh MafiThat this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.
Tahereh MafiMots clés love romance sadness
These letters are all I have left.
26 friends to tell my stories to.
26 letters are all I need. I can stitch them together to create oceans and ecosystems. I can fit them together to form planets and solar systems. I can use letters to construct skyscrapers and metropolitan cities populated by people, places, things, and ideas that are more real to me than these 4 walls.
I need nothing but letters to live. Without them I would not exist.
Because these words I write down are the only proof I have that I’m still alive.
I’m happy to have her close even if it hurts, even if it doesn’t make any sense.
Tahereh MafiMots clés destroy-me warner
I will give no one the satisfaction of my death.
Tahereh MafiMots clés destory
Time goes on even when we do not.
Tahereh MafiMots clés juliette unravel-me
All I know next are his arms, the desperate edge to his voice when he says my name, and I'm unraveling in his embrace, I'm frayed and falling apart and I'm making no effort to control the tremors in my bones and he's so hot his skin is so hot and I don't even know where I am anymore.
Tahereh MafiMots clés juliette-ferrars
This girl is destroying me. A girl who has spent the last year in an insane asylum. A girl who would try to shoot me dead for kissing her. A girl who ran off with another man just to get away from me. Of course this is the girl I would fall for. I close a hand over my mouth. I am losing my mind.
Tahereh MafiThis pen is my only outlet, my only voice, because I have no one else to speak to, no mind but my own to drown in and all the lifeboats are taken and all the life preservers are broken and I don’t know how to swim I can’t swim I can’t swim and it’s getting so hard. It’s getting so hard. It’s like there are a million screams caught inside of my chest but I have to keep them all in because what’s the point of screaming if you’ll never be heard and no one will ever hear me in here. No one will ever hear me again.
Tahereh MafiLa terre est plate. Je le sais parce qu'on m'a poussé dans le vide et ça fait dix-sept ans que j'essaie de me cramponner au bord... C'est presque impossible de vaincre la pesanteur quand personne n'est prêt à te tendre la main.
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