Love in my life is like cockroach on my toothbrush. I don’t know what it’s doing there and I dare not know.

Everything is complicated when it comes to love as it comes with conditions and confusion. When you are alone, you seek love; when you’re in love, you crave to be single again. So I guess I’ve had enough paradoxes and ironies in my life and about time I squashed the cockroach.

Y’know, cockroaches can survive nuclear explosions? Y’know who I got my money on.

42 thoughts on “Luhv

  1. All of us have secrets in our lives. We’re keepers or keptfrom, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches β€” that’s what will be left at the end of it all.

    Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves (The Raven Cycle, #2)

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