18 Quotes by Lori Jenessa Nelson

You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

You will be my souvenir in American summer,when all I can think about are Parisian springs.

Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.

Congratulations.You have survivedthe war.Now livewith the trauma.

Being alone is better than being your whore.

You cannot deny the struggle; the struggle denies you.

...but beautiful mosaics are made of broken pieces.

All of my insecuritiesshine in the dark.