nyello folks, it’s blair here with yet another magical character! cherri valentine is a witch that serves for aphor.dite! she specializes in assisting others fertility, love/se.x lives, romance, ect. she’s 24, bisexual, nonbinary, and always wishes she had more weed. RB/LMS for me to check your page out! note: in search of 18+ mutuals only!

nyello folks, it’s blair here with yet another magical character! cherri valentine is a witch that serves for aphor.dite! she specializes in assisting others fertility, love/se.x lives, romance, ect. she’s 24, bisexual, nonbinary, and always wishes she had more weed. RB/LMS for me to check your page out! note: in search of 18+ mutuals only!

longing  /  endearing  one  -  liners  as  taken  from  the  website  pinterest  . customize  as  you  wish  !

• ’  525,600 minutes — how do you measure a year?  ’
• ’  how about love?  ’
• ’  how do you document real life when real life’s getting more like fiction each day?  ’
• ’  we’re hungry and frozen, some life that we’ve chosen.  ’
• ’  how we gonna pay last year’s rent?  ’
• ’  zoom in as they burn the past to the ground and feel the heat of the future’s glow.  ’
• ’  how do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart?  ’
• ’  when they act tough you call their bluff.  ’
• ’  what happened to ___? what happened to his heart? and the ideals he once pursued?  ’
• ’  you’re wasting your time.  ’
• ’  it’s what we used to dream about, think twice before you pooh-pooh it!  ’
• ’  time flies, and then no need to endure anymore. time dies.  ’
• ’  what’d you forget?  ’
• ’  i know you — you’re shivering.  ’
• ’  i’m just a little weak on my feet.  ’
• ’  would you light my candle?  ’
• ’  they say that i have the best ass below 14th street. is it true?  ’
• ’  i didn’t recognize you without the handcuffs.  ’
• ’  i’m nineteen, but i’m old for my age. i’m just born to be bad.  ’
• ’  do you wanna dance?  ’
• ’  today for you, tomorrow for me!  ’
• ’  darling, be a dear. haven’t slept in a year.  ’
• ’  we agreed on a fee, a thousand dollars guarantee, tax free. and a bonus if i trim her tree.  ’
• ’  say something, anything.  ’
• ’  i’m so mad that i don’t know what to do.  ’
• ’  feel like going insane, got a fire in your brain, and you’re thinking of drinking gasoline.  ’
• ’  have you ever doubted a kiss or two?  ’
• ’  i’m defeated, i should give up right now.  ’
• ’  i’d fall for her still anyhow.  ’
• ’  look, i find some of what you teach suspect because i’m used to relying on intellect, but i try to open up to what i don’t know. because reason says i should’ve died three years ago.  ’
• ’  forget regret or life is yours to miss.  ’
• ’  what’s the time? well it’s gotta be close to midnight.  ’
• ’  my body’s talking to me, it says time for danger.  ’
• ’  i’ve had a knack from way back at breaking the rules once i’ve learned the game.  ’
• ’  let’s go out tonight.  ’
• ’  in the evening i’ve got to roam, can’t sleep in the city of neon and chrome.  ’
• ’  i should tell you, i should tell you ——  ’
• ’  looking for romance? come back another day.  ’
• ’  there is no future, there is no past. i live this moment as my last.  ’
• ’  if you’re so wise, then tell me — why do you need smack?  ’
• ’  long ago you might’ve lit up my heart, but the fire’s dead and ain’t never ever gonna start.  ’
• ’  will i lose my dignity? will someone care?  ’
• ’  times are shitty, but i’m pretty sure they can’t get worse.  ’
• ’  let’s open up a restaurant in santa fe.  ’
• ’  live in my house, i’ll be your shelter. just pay me back with one thousand kisses.  ’
• ’  i’ve longed to discover something as true as this is.  ’
• ’  last night i had a dream.  ’
• ’  moo with me.  ’
• ’  you make fun, yet i’m the one attempting to do some good.  ’
• ’  not to mention, of course, hating dear old mom and dad.  ’
• ’  la vie boheme.  ’
• ’  and ___ will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days.  ’
• ’  excuse me, did i do something wrong? i get invited then ignored all night long.  ’
• ’  life’s too short babe, time is flying. i’m looking for baggage that goes with mine.  ’
• ’  i should tell you, i’m disaster.  ’
• ’  the opposite of war isn’t peace, it’s creation.  ’
• ’  so be kind and don’t lose your mind, just remember that i’m your baby.  ’
• ’  take me for what i am, who i was meant to be.  ’
• ’  folks would kill to fill your shoes.  ’
• ’  i hate mess but i love you.  ’
• ’  i quit unless you take it back.  ’
• ’  guess i’m leaving. i’m gone.  ’
• ’  without you, the earth turns, the sun burns, but i die without you.  ’
• ’  how could a night so frozen be so scalding hot? how can a morning this mild be so raw?  ’
• ’  that’s poetic. that’s pathetic.  ’
• ’  will it mean that it’s the end and i’m alone?  ’
• ’  you said you’d never speak to him again.  ’
• ’  who said i was talking to you?  ’
• ’  run away, hit the road, don’t commit — you’re full of shit.  ’
• ’  i’d be happy to die for a taste of that — someone to live for, unafraid to say ‘i love you’.  ’
• ’  love’s not a three way street.  ’
• ’  i can’t believe this is goodbye.  ’
• ’  ___ has got his work, they say. ___ lives for his work and ___’s in love with his work. ___ hides in his work.  ’
• ’  yes, you live a lie, tell you why — you’re always preaching not to be numb when that’s how you thrive.  ’
• ’  perhaps it’s because i’m the one of us to survive.  ’
• ’  you don’t want to watch me die.  ’
• ’  i just came to say goodbye, love.  ’
• ’  please don’t touch me.  ’
• ’  don’t breathe too deep, don’t think all day.  ’
• ’  you’re living in america — leave your conscience at the tone.  ’
• ’  and when you’re dying in america at the end of the millenium, you’re not alone.  ’
• ’  i should tell you — i love you.  ’
• ’  your eyes as we said our goodbyes — can’t get them out of my mind.  ’
• ’  i have always loved you, you can see it in my eyes.  ’
• ’  hold onto love, it’ll keep your strong.  ’
• ’  love heals.  ’

all text taken from the poetry book night sky with exit wounds by ocean vuong.

• ‘  in the body, where everything has a price, i was a beggar.  ‘
• ‘  he was singing, which is why i remember it. his voice — it filled me to the core like a skeleton.  ‘
• ‘  even my name knelt down inside me, asking to be spared.  ‘
• ‘  it is all i remember.  ‘
• ‘  i was alive. i didn’t know there was a better reason.  ‘
• ‘  i lost it all with my eyes wide open.  ‘
• ‘  do you know who i am?  ‘
• ‘  how easily a boy in a dress the red of shut eyes vanishes beneath the sound of his own galloping.  ‘
• ‘  i’m dreaming of a curtain of snow falling from her shoulders.  ‘
• ‘  snow scraping against the window. snow shredded with gunfire. red sky.  ‘
• ‘  show me how ruin makes a home out of hip bones.  ‘
• ‘  let every river envy our mouths. let every kiss hit the body like a season.  ‘
• ‘  if you must know anything, know that the hardest task is to live only once.  ‘
• ‘  if we make it to shore, i will name our son after this water. i will learn to love a monster.  ‘
• ‘  he laughs despite knowing he has ruined every beautiful thing just to prove beauty cannot change him.  ‘
• ‘  hey! you didn’t have to go this far. why did you go so far?  ‘
• ‘  sometimes i feel like an ampersand.  ‘
• ‘  everyone can forget us — as long as you remember.  ‘
• ‘  i hold the gun & wonder if an entry wound in the night would make a hole as wide as morning.  ‘
• ‘  there’s a lighthouse. some nights you are the lighthouse, some nights the sea.  ‘
• ‘  what this means is that i don’t know desire other than the need to be shattered & rebuilt.  ‘
• ‘  even tomorrow you will have today.  ‘
• ‘  you’ll never forget yourself the way god forgets his hands.  ‘
• ‘  the body is a blade that sharpens by cutting.  ‘
• ‘  my mother said i could be anything i wanted — but i chose to live.  ‘
• ‘  i am ready to be every animal you leave behind.  ‘
• ‘  and this is how we loved: a fifth of vodka and an afternoon in the attic, your fingers though my hair — my hair a wildfire.  ‘
• ‘  when our lips touched the day closed into a coffin.  ‘
• ‘  the year is a distance we’ve traveled in circles.  ‘
• ‘  we made it, baby. we’re riding in the back of the black limousine.  ‘
• ‘  i love my country. i pretend nothing is wrong.  ‘
• ‘  i’m holding your still-hot thoughts in, darling, my sweet, sweet ___.  ‘
• ‘  you want to tell him it’s okay that the night is also a grave we climb out of.  ‘
• ‘  you say thank you thank you thank you because you haven’t learned the purpose of forgive me.  ‘
• ‘  you’re so quiet you’re almost tomorrow.  ‘
• ‘  to love another man — is to leave no one behind to forgive me. i want to leave no one behind.  ‘
• ‘  even though he’s gone, i still want to be clean.  ‘
• ‘  if only the rain were gasoline, your tongue a lit match, & you can change without disappearing.  ‘
• ‘  he dies each night you close your eyes & hear his slow exhale.  ‘
• ‘  wait, i have something to say.  ‘
• ‘  as if my finger, tracing your collarbone behind closed doors, was enough to erase myself.  ‘
• ‘  to forget we built this house knowing it won’t last.  ‘
• ‘  it’s funny. i always knew i’d be warmest beside by man.  ‘
• ‘  don’t laugh. just tell me the story again.  ‘
• ‘  speak — until your voice is nothing but the crackle of charred bones.  ‘
• ‘  look how happy we are to be no one & still american.  ‘
• ‘  i’ll tell you how we’re wrong enough to be forgiven/  ‘
• ‘  say you’d kill for it.  ‘
• ‘  don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?  ‘
• ‘  silly me. i thought love was real and the body imaginary.  ‘
• ‘  i said yes because you asked me to stay.  ‘
• ‘  there is so much i want to tell you. how my greatest accolade was to walk across the brooklyn bridge & not think of flight.  ‘
• ‘  you will always remember what you were doing when it hurts the most.  ‘
• ‘  dearest father, forgive me for i have seen.  ‘
• ‘  once, i fell in love during a slow-motion car crash.  ‘
• ‘  i wrote a better hour onto the page & watched the fire take it back.  ‘
• ‘  this means you are not alone.  ‘
• ‘  don’t stay here. don’t cry anymore.  ‘
• ‘  i promise to stop soon.  ‘
• ‘  how come depression makes me feel more alive?  ‘
• ‘  i shouldn’t have, but he had the hands of someone i used to know. someone i was used to.  ‘
• ‘  i dreamed i walked barefoot all the way to your house in the snow. everything was the blue of smudged ink and you were still alive.  ‘
• ‘  here. that’s all i wanted to be.  ‘
• ‘  don’t worry. your father is only your father until one of you forgets.  ‘
• ‘  the end of the road is so far ahead it is already behind us.  ‘
• ‘  don’t be afraid, the gunfire is only the sound of people trying to live a little longer & failing.  ‘
• ‘  remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.  ‘
• ‘  the difference between prayer & mercy is how you move the tongue.  ‘
• ‘  so what if my feathers are burning. i never asked for flight.  ‘