This morning, I see the lead in my glass tumbler. A slim, bright glint, a silverfish. I feel it collecting in my blood, papercutting the lining of my veins.
I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.
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Tahereh Mafi
I'm a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world.
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Mother Teresa
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
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Matt Groening
Happiness is the china shop love is the bull.
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H.l. Mencken
People say that eyes are windows to the soul.
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Khaled Hosseini
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