paranoid? probably. but just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.

the human mind is not a terribly logical or consistent place.

laugh whenever you can. keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad... that & vodka.

sleep is God. go worship.

most of the bad guys in the real world don′t know that they are bad guys. you don't get a flashing warning sign that you're about to damn yourself. it sneaks up on you when you aren't looking.

we have now left Reason & Sanity Junction. next stop，Looneyville.

caring about someone isn't complicated. it isn't easy. but it isn't complicated，either. kinda like lifting the engine block out of a car.

i died. i died & someone made a clerical error & i am in Heaven.

what is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?

have you ever felt despair? absolute hopelessness? have you ever stood in the darkness & known，deep in your heart，in your spirit，that it was never，ever going to get better? that something had been lost，forever，& that it wasn't coming back?

that kiss，like a piece of long-awaited punctuation. not the em dash of an interrupted line or the ellipsis of a quiet escape，but a period，a closed parenthesis，an end.

you grieve as much as you love

i’m here. i’m yours. i promise it all—my body，my soul，my life，for you，everything for you，to care for you & love you，if you’ll let me. you’re the fucking sunrise of my heart.

i’ve always been this，an exhibit instead of a person.

you are still his queen. forever frozen. forever waiting.

she does not know if it was love，or simply a reprieve. if contentment can compete with passion，if warmth will ever be as strong as heat. but it was a gift. not a game，or a war，not a battle of wills. just a gift.

i like you. let’s be friends.

she will ruin him，ruin his idea of them. she will break his heart，& he will come to hate her once again. she will drive him mad，drive him away. & then，he will cast her off，& she will be free.

a strong man doesn’t have to be dominate towards a woman. he doesn’t match his strength against a woman weak with love for him. he matches it against the world.

love is a feast but you've learned to abstain. there is a sickness that follows the shame of giving with love only to be met with slaughter.