I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that

My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.

I'm wearing dead cotton on my limbs and a blush of roses on my face.

he leans into my ear, lowers his voice. "Ignite my love Ignite"~ Quote by Tahereh Mafi: Ignite me