#jamie

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#defensiveness #jamie-weise #love #love-story #silence

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#heart #jamie-weise #love #love-story #lovers

Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#love

Our tongues can’t compete with the rapid thinking of our brains, our words come out slow and slurred. The pen is our haven. There is a lot of fear buried into that little pen. It holds all of our agony, our torment, our blood and our heaven. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#fear #jamie-weise #love #passion #pen

You cannot mistake this You cannot reinvent this moment You cannot call this love It is so much more ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#jamie-weise #love #passion #passionate-living #romance

He offered her power, money, status... a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#love #lovers #money #power #prison

P—Jamie!” I called. He waded back toward me. “I’m starting to think my name is Pajamie.” “Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn’t deep.” “Pajerky?” He gave me a skeptical look. “That’s Pathetic.” “We’ll see how smug you are once I’m on dry land. ↗

— Diana Peterfreund

#beach #funny #jamie #love-story #poe

We let ourselves loose on that simple blank piece of paper, and our bodies spill. The terror, the love…embodying our stories page after page. In a sense, the pen was our tongue, it is how we delineate the world. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#jamie-weise #journaling #love #overcoming #pages

They say that time heals all wounds. I've never believed that. Time may dampen the severity of a wound, but no true wound is ever completely healed. A scar lasts forever no matter how much Mederma you lather on it. The memory of a tattoo will be there long after you've had it burnt off. ↗

— Jamie Schoffman

#jamie-schoffman #not-all-out-of-love #wounds #inspirational

For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#identity #jamie-fraser #love #love