“If you’re alive, don’t move, if you’re dead, don’t worry about it.”
“You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl.”
“If you’re thinking about killing someone, don’t. Not don’t kill them, but don’t think about it—just do it already.”
“You know, you’re topping from the bottom,” he murmurs against my lips.“What?” I don’t understand what he’s talking about.“Don’t worry. I’ll live with it,” he whispers, amused...”
“I don’t have time to kill you, and you don’t have time to die, because I’m not into redundancy, and you’re already dead.”
“I know you’re just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream And don’t worry, I know I don’t know you, anymore.”