#quote reference

nahhh

When his mate emerged again, clad in boots, pants, and various layers beneath her gray surcoat, the sight of her in clothes from Mistward was enough to make his gut clench. No longer a naked, escaped captive.

I think a lot about killing myself; not as a point on a map, but as a glowing exit sign at a show that's never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave.

We love each other so much we have destroyed ourselves.

Hail even the crude, red bows on shop girls’ lips (as if Cupid, very clumsily, dipped his thumb in red ink and scrawled a token in passing).