crazy-love

See? That__ it,_ he said, waving his hand. __hat__ part of what makes us so great, Luce. I__ crazy. You__e crazy. Together, we make our own brand of crazy.

Far from a normal-functioning relationship, but normal has never been our thing.

Please continue praising me and forget all about me the very next day.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school.She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

I love that you love me.

She averted his eyes, but not before he recognized the pain in them, a tormented and languished gaze, a stare preserved for people who were able to love deeply enough that they could be destroyed by it.

She averted his eyes, but not before he recognized the pain in them, a tormented and languished gaze, a stare preserved for people who were able to love deeply enough that they could be destroyed by it. For a moment, he knew that gaze intimately, remembering it from a time long gone. The ache of a shattered belief once known. He knew that feeling.

Because of that, he didn't know how to love someone who actually loved him. He had learned a twisted, tormented kind of love filled with pain and exploitation.

God is the only being who is good, and the standards are set by Him. Because God hates sin, He has to punish those guilty of sin. Maybe that's not an appealing standard. But to put it bluntly, when you get your own universe, you can make your own standards.

My mind is being consumed by you.My body is longing for you. Just one touch or a kiss, And I shall be satiated for a thousand years.

Isn't it interesting that in Acts 11, at the end of verse 26, it says, "The disciples were called Christians first at Antioch." What I find interesting is the simple thought that the Christians didn't name themselves. But rather, they were called (or named) "Christians" by those watching their lives. I wonder if it would be the same today. Could someone look at your life or look at my life and name me a Christian? A humbling thought for sure.

Can someone decide to leave everything and move to a dreamland?Was it possible?if yes, how can one do it without being called crazy or a coward?

It's better to hate someone in the beginning rather than end up hating someone after loving.

He felt like sin but tasted like love so what's a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious crazy love.

I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you__e stupid. I think you__e a loser. I think you__e wonderful. I want to be with you. I don__ want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you_..I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something?

She remembered something she overheard at a dinner party -- Everyone loses their mind at least once in this lifetime. Everyone.

We yearn for a stranger to poke around in our heart. Such an irrational thing it is. Flutter once and lunacy behold.

She was the kind of woman a person could die over or kill over.