Best 4 quotes of Cristina Isabel on MyQuotes

Fetch him breakfast. Fetch him coffee. Fetch his sheets for his bed. Fetch him lunch. Fetch his drink. Fetch the ax to cut his head. Fetch him dinner. Fetch him tea. Fetch the mop but watch him bleed.

The hate inside you reeks and you're forced to vomit black blood. It's unnatural. Your brain is full of tumors, unknown to you. Or maybe, you know and just don't care.

They danced underneath the lampposts at night, when they were bored. And when the sun rose, they tormented wandering souls.

We're both drowning in our rotten shells. I look to you for comfort, but your hand is already pushing my head down.