I write sins Not tragedies.

Until we have seen someone's darkness, we dont really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone's darkness , we dont really know what love is.

"We are more than the worst thing that’s ever happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing for having been to hell and come back breathing. Your bad dreams are battle scars. What doesn’t kill you cuts you fucking deep but scars are just skin growing back thicker when it heals."

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics. -Charles Bukowsk

"Life can be magnificent and overwhelming — that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live

She can be glorious or terrible, benevolent or filled with wrath, but she commands love either way. I am convinced that this is the greatest power in the universe.

Maybe I don’t want to relate to you. Maybe I don’t want you to say “I have felt the same way before.” Here’s a little fact about me: I like being alone. I like being by myself. Here’s another fact: Sometimes I don’t want to be cheered up. Sometimes I just want to feel exactly what I’m feeling and I don’t want anyone to intervene. I don’t want other people to relate to me. I want to feel my own things, not things that have been felt a million times before. I am suffocating, breathing in old, recycled air. These words have been said before. These feelings have been felt before. What I want is something in this life that can be mine and no one else’s. I don’t care if that’s selfish. Let me be selfish." ― Marianna Paige

I have always lived violently, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, and taken everything as a consequence, not as a punishment .

"I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you." ― Franz Kafka