Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything.
They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
—  Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way. Let our scars fall in love.
—  Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe
You RUINED me!“ Her voice came off shrill, screaming at him.

"How?” He asked, calmly.

But that was it. She started breaking down. “Because I loved you so much. I love you so much and at every chance you had, you just hurt me.”

“It was easy,” he said. “You kept coming back. You kept giving me second chances over and over again.”

She gritted her teeth. “I hate you.”

He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. “No. That’s the thing. You’ll never hate me no matter how hard you try.”

—  D.N. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #176
For a wound to heal, you have to clean it out. Again, and again, and again. And this cleaning process stings. The cleaning of a wound hurts. Yes. Healing takes so much work. So much persistence. And so much patience. But every process has an end and an appointed term. Your healing will come… And like all created things, your worldly pain will die.