“I want to let myself go, to glide over the charming greased surface, to be bewitched and intoxicated. And I'm no longer afraid of waking up. Let this world take me, Let this Paris squeeze me to death, so long as it first caresses me and carries me in its arms.”

“Utterly engulfed,And wanting more.Buried,Drowned,Intoxicated,With the vastness of love.Losing myself as the waves wash over me,Through me,Surrounding me,Caught up in the a hurricane of overwhelming peace,I have let go,And He has found me.”

“Just touching her makes me want to immerse myself, put my head completely under the surface of her. I want to drift, to let her carry me away, down her current.”

“No matter how much I want to scream at him and make him leave, I find myself wishing he could squeeze me just a little bit tighter. I want him to lock his arms around me and throw away the key, because this is where he belongs and I'm scared he'll just let me go again.”

“When I wake I ask myself, how much longer before they will just let me die?" - Tier, Clutch”

“i'm going mad, i told myself. let me not be mad.”