#utter

He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts ↗

— Stephen King

#it #lisp #stutter #therapy #tongue-twister

Perfect love was that kind of love that made no sense but made everything else make sense somehow. It was raw and unscripted, turbulent and slightly unpredictable. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

It was a completely new feeling for me–like someone had just released a million, tiny butterflies loose in my stomach, and they were feverishly flying up into my head and making me lose my mind. ↗

— Laura Miller

#butterfly-weeds #love #love

Somewhere in between the beginning and eternity, I fought the war that we all must fight–the journey that in taking, forces us to come face to face with our own realities. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

How does the story really go? Does she ever cross your mind? Does she ever steal your nights? Is she still a part of you? Do you ever wish she were still by your side? And what would you do? If she walked up here tomorrow And told you that she loved you? Would you drop it all and run to her? Would you tell her you love her too? Or would you simply send her home? And tell her you’ve moved on? Tell me, Buddy, what would you do? ↗

— Laura Miller

#laura-miller #will #love