You want her in every quadrant like a desperate fool. — Andrew Hussie
You want her in every quadrant like a desperate fool. — Andrew Hussie
You want her in every quadrant like a desperate fool. — Andrew Hussie
You want her in every quadrant like a desperate fool. — Andrew Hussie
You want her in every quadrant like a desperate fool. — Andrew Hussie
Download Customize

You want her in every quadrant like a desperate fool.

— Andrew Hussie
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
heartbreak homestuck karkat vantas love otp

More “Heartbreak” Quotes

If a soul could drown in its own tears, then hers was already dead. — R. W. Patterson
Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that fo — Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into th — Karen Quan, Write like no one is reading
There are still Ava Maddoxes to find and sets to create and girls to kiss and colleges to attend. It's possible that som — Nina LaCour, Everything Leads to You
the opening,the breaking,the falling apartis always so quick.the hurting,the healing,the putting back togetheris always — AVA., you are safe here.
i can't hold onto love.i'm not gentle enough.i always end upcrushing the thingin between my fingertips. — AVA., you are safe here.
Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works. — N'Zuri Za Austin
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years. — Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.From an Irish headstone — Richard Puz, The Carolinian
The steel door of the incinerator went up and the muted hum of the eternal fire became a red roaring. The heat lunged ou — Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore! — Edgar Allan Poe
...what happens when you returnand find nothingbut a hollowed shell,shingles and floor,walls and echoesand the light tha — Kellie Elmore, Magic in the Backyard