The shortest distance between two souls is an open heart.

Yes,You will rise from the ashes,But the burning comes first.For this part,Darling,You must be brave.

Sometimes I think about Lady Liberty. How they used to let you climb on her crown.How we used to stand bright by her torch. How they welded that door closed years ago. And how now... you can hardly even get a spot near her feet.~tired, poor, yearning to breathe~

Yeah that’s what addiction does. You don’t stop until you have no other choice. You drive headfirst into a fucking brick wall with everything you love in the passenger seat... and you pray that something survives

I see an awful lot of human beings who are really good at destroying each other and calling it love.

Darling, youre not falling apart. Youre getting rid of the pieces that no longer serve your purpose, this is a surgery of the spirit, and it can be painful as hell.

Some people can’t taste life until they’re close enough to smell the cold air of death. Some people spend their whole world chasing the lady. Personally, I don’t go looking, but I do have an open door policy.

The world only ends for a minute. Then we all keep going like nothing happened.