…it’s much less stressful to tie a string around that spotlight and tug a little to make sure you never quite leave its warmth.
…sharp teeth of an angel.
Love with a whole heart, or not at all — not even a little.
thank the gods for apathy
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
It’d be far more interesting to kick someone in the knee, watch them drop, and then use your own knee to bludgeon their nose further into their face.
There is mad, mad joy to be found.
This can’t bode well, can it?
Living in my head, it’s not such a bad thing.
A heart monitor with no ups or downs reflects a dead heart.