“Sleep tries to seduce me by promising a more reasonable tomorrow.”

“In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die. Where you invest your love, you invest your life.”

That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.

She was like a star, nothing but a beautiful echo of death.

If you make a boy laugh, he likes you. But if you can make him cry he loves you.

yeah sex is nice, but when you haven’t been held in months sex isn’t what you miss the most

If you hesitate between me and another person, don’t choose me.

I wonder if my parents see the pain in my eyes and choose to ignore it

You’re a woman, use it; bring every man you meet to his motherfucking knees

Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.

The villain is the hero of her own story. No one thinks they’re a bad person. Everyone has reasons for what they do.

Maybe you just have to live for the small things, like being called pretty or someone picking up the pen you dropped or laughing so hard that your stomach hurts. Maybe that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.

I’ve noticed before that if you go too long without anyone seeing you, really seeing you, it’s easy to start wondering if you’re really there.

Look at the shit we’re calling love these days.