I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…..I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something?
It is just as crazy not to be crazy about Christ as it is to be crazy about anything else.
I know you. Inside and out, Sara. I know you, and I’ve accepted it all. Every bit of the crazy. And I love you anyway remember?
Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.
Sometimes there’s no cure for the crazy.” Dale sighed, stroking my hair. “I think we all just have to keep loving through it. Maybe that’s the cure.
Far from a normal-functioning relationship, but normal has never been our thing.
Love that doesn't turn you stupid, is no love.
They’re both a little crazy , both a little messed up. But they’re choosing to be messed up together.