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“You’ll live in my memories forevermore, I swear. They’re all part of the list.”

You will always carry your loved ones with you.

You should feel safe with your own boyfriend. He should use his fingers to lift your chin and wipe away your tears, not to pull triggers or point at you when bad things happen.

They don’t hug when they say goodbye.

There was a time when I couldn’t imagine myself waking up on a Sunday morning to anyone but you.

Hold on, you beautiful weirdos. The real world outside of that place is just waiting for you.

I mean, let’s be honest. Norman Reedus’s existence is just poetry waiting to happen. Am I right?

I tell you to take me home.

You know that as long as you are alive, a piece of them is, too.