Pioquinthoughts

“Do you understand, dear sir, do you understand what it means when there is absolutely nowhere to go? For every man must have somewhere to go.”

“He found enjoyment in taunting himself with these questions. But these weren’t new ones, they were all old familiar aches.”

“Will is desire of sufficient intensity translated into action.”

“I want to live forever, inside your nights and days.”

“The best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature.” 

“Only when you’ve lost someone do you see the hole they leave behind.”

Why’d it go wrong, when it was supposed to go right?

In filth it will be found.

I’ve always been a man of practicality. One that is of pragmatism and simplicity. But with you I’ve become a man of misery. Not one that is miserable, but one that seeks your trouble.

The person you are is the one that is enveloped in thoughts and regrets late at night, free from the distractions and motivations that force you to hide beneath a mask or to deny what you've already accepted deep down as true.

Don’t belong to no one, that’s a shame.

In repair.

Time will tell. But I don’t have any left. 

Our demons never leave us. We eventually become strong enough to fight them off.

There are personal life-shattering moments, and there are singular events that fragment our history into two. Life before it and life after it. 

Those who can’t pay you visits in reality are indebted to you in their dreams.

I don’t know what I enjoy more, the uncertainty of many others or your certainty.