She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you.
U ever been so tired ur eyelids burn when u blink
I grabbed her by the throat but I didn’t choke her. Just kissed her so deep she forgot whose air she was breathing.