Monica Mansell
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"i want to find love.." she admitted. "but?" he prompted. she glared at him through her long, unkept frindge "but my hair smells of war and my eyes gleam of betrayal" she snarled.

"i want to find love.." she admitted. "but?" he prompted. she glared at him through her long, unkept frindge "but my hair smells of war and my eyes gleam of betrayal" she snarled.

Sometimes religion is the only thing that makes us still. But don't stay still. Pause, yes. But don't, for your sake- for God's-, stay still.

Sometimes religion is the only thing that makes us still. But don't stay still. Pause, yes. But don't, for your sake- for God's-, stay still.

Sometimes religion is the only thing that makes us still. But don't stay still. Pause, yes. But don't, for your sake- for God's-, stay still.

Sometimes religion is the only thing that makes us still. But don't stay still. Pause, yes. But don't, for your sake- for God's-, stay still.

Wish I could show this to a certain someone & have it actually sink in. Impossible though.

Wish I could show this to a certain someone & have it actually sink in. Impossible though.

"Find what you love and let it kill you ... For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover" -Falsely yours, Charles Bukowski

"Find what you love and let it kill you ... For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover" -Falsely yours, Charles Bukowski

"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover." -Charles Bukowski.

"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover." -Charles Bukowski.