H.D. Carlton

it's hard to find a man these days that can even fuck right.

You will never be able to live without me, Zade,” I breathe. “If you’re my death, then I’m your fucking lifeline.”

She holds on to me like she’s falling, but I have no interest in catching her. I will always fall with her, chasing after her even in death.

Scars only serve as reminders of what we’ve survived, not what killed us

Let me know which stars you prefer. The ones above you, or the ones I make you see.”

Why is it that being in public places and social settings make me want to light myself on fire, but when someone breaks into my house, I feel brave enough to stay?

It doesn’t make sense in my head, either.

“Meadows, baby. Our last name is Meadows.”

Do you even like it?”

“I like you, does that count?”

“No.”

“Let me know which stars you prefer. The ones above you, or the ones I make you see.”

You'll never escape me, little mouse.