…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.
It’s all gone to hell.
I bet you thought it would be different, being human.
…sharp teeth of an angel.
Love with a whole heart, or not at all — not even a little.
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
We point at the path of sticky entrails and we blame you.