even if i stop dozens of times, i still won’t give up on myself. because i decide the reason why i live!

i swear, i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and i have to search my body for the scars, thinking did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?

i’ve got nobody i can talk to ‘cause everyone but me’s forgotten you.

you do not have to be good. you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

hey, i know that the biker gang’s not gonna last forever, especially when we all grow up! but i want to stay with my wolves forever… even after we all graduate, and even after we all start our own careers, i hope we can all be together.

now, father, take back thy sons.

i love you. i want us both to eat well.

i wanna be saved. i wanna be saved. i wanna be saved. i wanna be saved.

all is temporary as a perfect haircut, a kitten in the lap, yet sitting here with you, my darling, waiting for a tuna melt and a side of slaw seems all eternity i’ll ever need and all eternity needs of me.

the pain — it will leave you once it’s finished teaching you.

i do not want to be a person. i want to be unbearable.

i love you and i need you to set me free.

living my life like an idiot, thinking, “it’s fine, i’ll die like this,” but if i notice, look — i’m singing again today!

i am made of memories.

how am i gonna be an optimist about this?

cooking is one of my ways of showing that i really love you guys, and i hope you’ll all continue to let me cook for you.

cooking isn’t a hobby or something to pursue professionally, because it’s my way of letting someone know that i care about them.

and when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.

i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you.

and i dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms, and i would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.