“From the day we met to the day we died she would exist infinitely in my heart and mind.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“She turned my heart to ash arrived to me on a bright red comet a chariot to trample my soul into the sand leaving glass for me to walk upon— and yet I loved her feeling because it was a feeling and it was so finally true it hurt more than the rest had hurt before but inside it made me burn I was ali…”— Atticus, instagram.com
“She was herself and the world loved her for it falling for her truth just like I had.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I admit I was afraid to love. Not just love, but to love her. For she was a stunning mystery. She carried things deep inside her that no one has yet to understand, and I, I was afraid to fail, like the others. She was the ocean and I was just a boy who loved the waves but was completely terrified to…”— Unknown, tumblr.com