Even In Arcadia - The Whole Collection

a “brat” is a thing you hit until it’s not anymore. hope this helps. 👍

Mia, with the intensity of a stabbing pain, like that pain that overcomes all thought and situation

To be craved and crave each other like them.

Like tiny daggers that dig deep into my soul. The cries i let out at night because I remember how your name sounded coming from my mouth speaking only of your love. Now forced to be silent as just even the memories come flooding back. I normally get along just fine. Except sometimes....

Sylvia Plath