If this is reality I guess I'm not alive

“I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.”

“When we’re most intense—who’ll flinch?”

“I complicate you; I surround you with intricate ropes. What web shall I wrap you in?”

“I must run away, I must escape this very day or I shall go out of my mind.”

I am tired of being a ghost, (...). I am tired of being a mystery. I want to take form, to appear, and one only gains visibility by action.

I feared my grief would turn to despair, that it would become a skin I couldn't shed.

I am hungry for touch & ashamed to be looked at

“you should never have to apologize for the way you need to be loved.”

“i wish i wasn’t / such a raw thing.”

“How to dance in blood and remain sane?”

“Hurt people hurt people. That’s how pain patterns gets passed on, generation after generation after generation. Break the chain today. Meet anger with sympathy, contempt with compassion, cruelty with kindness. Greet grimaces with smiles. Forgive and forget about finding fault. Love is the weapon of the future.”