I hadn’t realized how much I’d been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to.

I hoped we never had to realize all the opportunities we missed in this life.



I’d cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.

But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.

Love? What is it? Most natural painkiller what there is.

All human beings search for either reasons to be good, or excuses to be bad.

You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.

I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

You can’t fix your mistakes. Once people are dead, you can’t make them undead.

That old saying, how you always kill the one you love, well, look, it works both ways.

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