Wasted with the rhythm, angry at the melody.

“I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.”

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.

People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason why the world is in chaos is because things are being loved and people are being used.

When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.

You’ll never be able to find yourself if you’re lost in someone else.

I started making plans, thinking we would get that far.

You, of course. Always you.

You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.

If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you? ..‘No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.

Do not call me perfect, a lie is never a compliment. Call me an erratic damaged and insecure mess. Then tell me that you love me for it.

It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.

If she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys.

I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies.