How To Love a Hurricane Girl

I don’t want to waste time waiting for someone to appreciate or value me. By the time that realisation comes, it would be too late. I want someone to know it immediately and to appreciate it immediately and together we will move mountains.

If I give myself willingly to a man who doesn’t value his own spirit, why would I believe that he’d worship mine? My love is rabid and, for the steadfast, I am too volatile.

I live to tell my tales when nobody thought I would. I am not for the feint of heart.

I want to climb the walls. With not a fuck to be found. Our time here is limited. Good enough never is.

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