"See," she thought, "heat and pressure do produce a diamond."

"Just add heat and pressure," they told me.

Just add heat and pressure.

He had never felt more alone. He had never felt so free.

Sometimes I get lonely being the only kid on the block.

Love is a Cinderella language.

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This is a phrase that either my boyfriend or I said in my dream once.

She sits, knits, forgets how it ends, so she endlessly fabricates time.

Your lips are my apocalypse. 

When I came face to face with my wishes I turned and ran. 

If you were Medusa I'd ask about your hairdresser and avoid your eye.

If you were a vampire I'd pour us fruit punch and we'd talk about how you miss the sun.